Existence

October 5, 2007 § Leave a comment

I want to live near the watch tower,
to weed the forbidden flower.
I want to live longer than the stars;
to someday step foot on Mars.
I want to hold the ocean and not get wet.
Our eyes in this journey are seldom met.
If I could jump in the fire and not burn;
then, I dance in a circle of no concern.
If I could be one of the biggest sleuths…
I am home now in this universe of truths.

 

© Sonya Rose

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