I wish I were a blackbird;
singing to the shadows and the smell of fire,
hiding in the foliage from my own fear.
I wish I were a cloud;
chasing the wind and embarrassing the sun,
always teary but never sad.
I wish I were the sea;
covering the earth’s shameful nakedness,
able to see all but not myself in me.
I wish I were a sound;
vibrating the air with violent harmonies,
forcing the minds to hear their mortality.
I wish I were an idea;
random yet meaningfully original,
powerful in my shyness.
I wish I were not;
flirting with nothing and needing none,
always here but never present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lunacious luxuries are for every one if they think so.... druidian rum