5 Muluc
Red Overtone Moon
If only I could heal
each Wound you own
And mend the Places
where your Soul is torn
A silver Moonbeam I
would sculpt and hone
That it might pierce
the hardest Heart e’er born
A golden ray of Sunlight
will I use
To thread my Quill
with soothing Thoughts and Care
Every Rift and Ravel
you will lose
To perfect Suture---excellent
Repair
But Time alone has Tools
to fare so well---
In my Power I do
presume too much
Wishing that in
wishing itself could dwell
A Magic only Angels
use and touch.
My hope is that a
perfect Love and Time
Transform all Pain
into Peace sublime.
