A Prayer for Happiness
If I could live like a stone
lying in the shallows, waves slipping
over me. If I could live
never looking back into the sunset
the light catching my hands
and illuminating them against the sand.
If I could live like a candle
burning slowly in an old ghostly room
reflecting only the shadows
of girls with blue eyes and white breasts.
If I had laid myself on a towel
to talk to a sad whisp of air that blew
like dust through my small cold fingers
catching the slowly cracking vase
I call my gently drowning memory.
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