I Am Poem by Christopher Teale

I wish I could fly up to the dark cloud
That brings news of rain and thunder loud
I wish I could dive through the mighty storm
And become lightning, without meaning or form
Yet majestic

I wish I could thunder against the stalwart cliffs
That stand upright against the sea, unbreakable, stiff
I would be the purest form of rage, rushing without care
Against that which would break me, yet on I go without despair
Endlessly breaking

Oh I could be the fire! As it burns away all!
Dancing through the woods as ashes rise only to fall
As a thick carpet on the scorched aftermath of my passing
I take it all and end it all and bring about a new beginning
A sprout

I wish I could lie suspended in the blue
That comes before the fire of the setting sun, a dark hue
That sadly dissolves away as it becomes adorned by shining tears
That have adorned the lonely sky throughout its many years
Of solitude

I wish I where the green and warm light
That breaks through the green leaves as ends the night
And comes the day, it strokes the forest's floor and kisses the river
Dust and morning fog make a masterpiece of every golden sliver
Fey vision

I am the short lived lighting
I am the raging sea
I am the fire burning
I am the saddened heavens
And light that loves without refraining
I am a man