June 10th, 2009
Reach Up
If you could have anything from the sky, what would it be? The question is metaphorical or literal, however you like it best.
Transcriptorial: They burn forever, it seems / no one pretends. / Just reach up and take one.
I’d have the Moon, and hold her in my arms again, like we once did when existance was young.
I tiny piece of blue, just enough to cover the walls, ceiling, and floor.
love.
they do say “love is in the air.” i imagine it’s expansive enough to be floating on the oceans and to the moon.
should i…?…. uh.
i’ve always believed if love is true…
it will stand the test of time.
i wanna abide by the triangle principle.
if it’s God in the middle, the focal point above, when the two points fail to meet at times, they can always both look up and connect to God, and He’ll be the necessary point that will lock together the continuum.
if God’s in the equation, it will work.
if it’s real love, it will work.
worry not.
if it’s real love, it will stand the test of time.
if it doesn’t, it’s not meant to be.
love. believes.
If you could have anything from the sky, what would it be?
love.
it’s what i’ll take.
but only if it’s meant for me.
light.
the natural kind, not the artificial one.
A cloud. Or several. Fluffy white ones with the sunshine breaking through.
My dad always advised me to pause and watch the clouds. I’m working on a book of poems with cloud formations as their titles.
I would pluck a star – just one,
Not to be greedy – directly out of the heavens.
Such a small thing would not be
missed, after all – there’s thousands upon thousands of others.
They’re all so similar anyway. Even so, each one
is completely unique, its own entity.
I would fashion it into a pendant,
the better to keep it near at all times.
A guiding light, the focus of countless hopes and dreams through the ages.
Do I really have a right to such an object? Probably
not – yet I hope to be given a glimpse of those dreams bestowed upon it,
and allow me to store mine deep inside.
Where no one, save me, could see.
The ability to fly. Why steal a piece of the sky when you could go to the entire thing?
The feeling.
Not to be bound even by fundamental laws of physics, complete freedom from everything that poses influence.
As if I was high in the atmosphere and far from walls, both literal and metophorical
I want to kiss him, and taste the blue skies of my childhood.