"A Dying Wish"

To be the hand that gently
sweeps life's tears away.
To catch the falling tendrils
of soundless pain.
To be the breath of peace that
hugs the battered hearts and minds.
To echo through the cavernous
depths of blinded will and hate.
To be the voice that soothes
the beast;
that quells its raging inferno of destruction.
To watch the child of destiny
evolve to form a world of light
and beauty.
To see a place of rarest bloom
emerge from the pit of great despair.
That is My Dying Wish

By: Tarin Glenn-Brown