A wish

I wanted to ask your name
Since the moment I saw you,
Walking alone bare feet
On the grass and the morning dew.

I wished I could write
And the words would rhyme;
Perhaps to catch your breath
Like a wind from the chime.

From the ancient Greece, I wished,
I were a sculptor, forgotten and nameless
Carving on the rock to seize
A glimpse of your grace.

Or if I could only paint
And not live to rue,
I didn't capture the color of your tears,
And all its wasted hue.

The juvenile sun promised glory
For the time to come.
But, I stood there motionless
Lost and lonesome.

Perhaps if I could move
To touch you or feel
Your soul covered in nudity,
If only could I peel!

At least if I could speak
To ask your name!
Now the day is gone to wonder.
But, myself, I have no one to blame.