The Senses
If I could fly;
fall and trust the clouds
to catch me.
To see throughout the stars
and understand their song.
Meet the moon,
explore her domain.
Trail my fingers
through the inky darkness.
Feel the ripples
I have made.
Close your eyes
to sense the current.
Fly true always
with the wind
Taste the richness of the sky
Play hide and seek
with the Sun.
Revel in the clouds
drink in their gifts.
Let it fill you
Completely.
Feel the wind through my feathers.
Smell the new
A bird’s eye view
The world laid out
Readable;
Yet indescribable
Hear the sound of forest
and sleep to the language
of the Wild