A wish

Far away, I sighted a misty mount…
Standing alone in the empty land
Rising like a phoenix, so proud
Out of the surrounding ashes

And it was there I saw,
Splashed clear
As an aberration to the tune
The mount, yet catching the last
Rays of the dying sun,
Orange, red, fiery yet fadin’ to blue…
Surrounding by gray moody mists,
As a craz’d painter splashing paint…
And I saw a clear hand,
Guiding a light…
So clear, yet near blurr’d…
Moving near… and yet so far…
And I wished that I could
Understand what it was all about…

For again the wish came
Slow… o’er the far distant dawn…
Calling out to me softly…
To come and make magical…
A wish….