Oh Were I A Gust Of Wind
Oh were I a gust of wind
Sheltering the world from the sky and sun
rattling the trees like bones
far above the street lights dim
Or maybe a sunbeam
sneaking in cracks and corners to shine a light
in the darkest of places
fighting with an angry moon seldom seen
I want to be cold and warm
shivery and splendid
in some ethereal form apart from my own
a form which loses the capacity to mourn
A ripple on the sea
twirling against the jagged rocks
lashing salt spray at the world around
carrying life in the center of me
Oh could I be a melody
of the purest and kindest variety
bringing hope to the hopeless
combining with lifes medley
My shell remains the same
despite hopes or wishes thrown into the air
sparkling in the dullness like diamonds
but life is still mine to tame
even in a form less beautiful
than those I envy
In my mortality
I reveal myself in my mulling
I think therefore I am
I feel therefore I suffer
I love therefore I hate
This poem was written June 27, 2000
Yes, I wrote this poem. So don't plagiarise!