Boil the kettle - soon now

time enough and we’ll leave her

Pat my hand as we talk around it

until the past night is a blur

Push your hands to my eyes

they’re aching from the fever

The sun will come and change this

- soon now, hear the murmur?

I want mountains of dirt,
and hills of stones
and mounds of knowledge
in books, great tomes

I want patience (for you)
- and ease of speech

I want thoughts to chew
I want students to teach

I want people that know
- and arms that reach

I want oceans of water
and seas of colour
and rivers of time
carving valleys with fervour

I want nothing below
I want nothing above

I want hope, and grace,
but I’ll settle for love.