Thoughts Of Harmless Lunacy Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

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.