You can observe a sound and find sincerity in one’s own expression
I could be wrong, but I think you can see one’s soul
In their answer to one question
A question that has been written in each culture and creed
It is a question put forth by children age three
And pondered by elders
Over afternoon tea
This question is posed in both city and sea
This is the question as painted by me…

Given three wishes
What would they be
?
Three answers find way in this single depiction
Sent through the creatures I have rendered and written
To whom speaks my thoughts as they utter three wishes
They arrive by the senses as three wishes are listed
Three wishes
Painted
Colored and Rubbed
My first wish is to be friends with the wickedly snubbed
So those that seem strange and fall viciously dubbed
Can live in a world
Knowing they too can be loved

The second is at odds with the first wish of three
For it is picked by the sight of man’s natural decree
The next wish is that we could all be masked at first
So the features of blood could not be judged by birth
It seems that this wish is for peace on earth
But this is a wish to break a long living curse
So all living things
Can design their own self worth

Wish number three is for my bride and me
My most yearning wish as I sip this black tea
I want us to be breathing
When a hundred years have surpassed
Yet my true wish is to be watched by the lives that have passed
And to know that when dead
We continue to last
This is the wish I most wish that could be

Undying love

Is my wish number three