I want the universe to let go.
I want the sun to flare silk,
The darkness surrounding
To blend velvet,
And the stars to shatter
In slow motion,
Like ice cracking on aspen branches in spring.
I want this earth to be encased
In an atmosphere of lace,
For time to stop in its innocence
And let the people glide weightlessly.
I want the ground to release gravity’s grasp,
Moss to be memory foam,
And flowers to breathe emotions
Into those who need cured from numbness.
Grass would be like the hair we brush on our heads,
The dirt it clings to a scalp
With brown, flaky dandruff.
The trees would have leaves that changed
Each time the wind gently tickled their appendages,
The elders chuckling instead of groaning
At such a child’s game,
With wooden trunks that feel like wooly bear caterpillars.
Oceans would be smooth, churning glass,
As warm as satin milk, and filled
With creatures that never shine a single shade.
Rivers would flow liquid silver,
Like the strings of a guitar
Deliquescing the fingertips of the perfect player,
One who becomes a harmony herself.
I want the snow to linger
Just a moment longer,
The rain to clitter and clatter just as steadily,
And the animals to sing just as sweetly as they do.
I want thunder to promise never to steal itself from lightening,
For without one,
The other surrenders to loneliness.
But what could I want most of all, you ask?
I desire possession for all people,
Clairvoyance of vibrant, elaborate, and simple dreams,
Of endless lists of impossibilities,
Of music that explodes internally,
So that it may cover listeners
With a cloaking blanket called Spirit.
I want words to soak in new meaning
With each salivating mouth that carries them through life,
And for the mind to flow as freely as a gypsy’s skirt
In the breezes of tomorrow and today,
Melting conscious with subconscious
To show you that illusion is beautiful.
I want this moment.
Float with me before you ascend.