Small droplets
cascading down my cheeks
forming a puddle
that will grow into a lake
soon to be an ocean
no land to be seen
for miles
a waterfall of tears

The feeling of flight
not many will know
or experience
the joy
the wonder
or the tranquility
of the feeling of flight
soaring above the clouds
higher than all
lower than none

except that day
sHoUT
BANG
smack
th udd d
Now I stand low
lower than low
at the base of the hierarchy of life.

Whistling a gentle tune in the forest
as the wind swoops and bends the trees
chattering with the birds
their flashes of red blue and yellow
swinging throughout the green branches
that hang low over a glistening meadow

Singing the song of the sand
as it swirls and twirls around you
whispering its silent prayer
a lure into the depths
of the hot grains

Humming a lullaby
singing sweetly to the enchanting river
as it carries you along
Its white waters wash
away your sins
as it carries you away
through the heart of the jungle
the middle of the scorching desert
through and through
up and up

Now here I lay
on the face of the moon
a glowing arc in the sky
whispering kind wishes
from our spot in space
I sit here with my mouth closed
for I am silent
and therefore
my songs will not touch the earth
not ever again