I don't wish to reach On tiptoe
To touch a glowing moon
Merely a reflection.
If I could I'd stretch and touch
The blazing sun
With fingers unscorched
By dazzling energy.
If I could I'd leave As fast as I could go
To anywhere I've never been
I want to see it all, New buildings - Old.
Babbling, unfamiliar voices And strange faces.
I want to climb To heights unheard of
Till my head is really in the clouds.
I want to write
Until there are no more Words,
And I've said all I can say.
© Tor Weller. All rights reserved by the author.

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May 30, 2009, 14:52
Should 'cold' be 'could'?