Had I One Last Day to Live

Had I but one last breathless day to live -

I would gaze upon the Sun with wistful sigh,

That radiant resplendent orb on summer’s eve

Twirling temporal amidst the noonday sky.

I would slip silent past rainbow lilies,

And in gardens find secret spritely ministry –

I would follow the buzzing of the bees

And taste of bitter nectar tapestry.

Had I but one last look upon the seas -

I would sight beyond the roughest wave,

And hear jealous joy pray in distant breeze,

That liquid Time would in the distance cave.

I would float lightly in flushed flight,

Fiercely ascend amongst sacred allies,

Take boldly to that divine fight –

And fear not where my mired soul flies.

For I know if I had one last claim to life;

My silver streams would not sever with keenly knife,

These sterling strings are laced in Creation’s run,

And tied into every pink thread of the setting Sun -

Would not these strings stretch beyond the globe,

And flurry far into tomorrow’s eternal strobe.