Sometimes... in the grass alone
i lay my porcelain armor to shield my eyes
& just lay and wonder...
Sometimes i wonder what it's like
to drift away into the breeze, just as birds do,
like the clouds that amble across the sky.
It's my wish to do so someday..
to sail upon invisible currents,
slowly drifting & d r i f t i n g & d r i f t i n g a w a y . . .
leaving behind this cage i call "home".
Sometimes... i wonder
if this breeze that tousles my hair
in the afternoon light,
is the same as the one
that grazes your chest in the early morning.
i wish it would someday...
but wishes are whimsical
