to beautify the dust of me
someday
to call the will tamed
away near
to specify a psalm
heard once
to once touch
in eternity
to calm a worn frazzled
mind in
reminiscences looking
out  of
an old window stuck by layers
of paint
and sainted dreams withered lost
and quaint
all that is left like an elm leaf
blowing
in the winds of time and serenity
I hope of
destiny