I want to be as light as vaporous smoke
Maybe then
I could surround you,
float wordlessly to you,
and fill you.
You couldn't catch me, sliding
between the lines of your hand.
But I think that
you would only grasp more.
I will be as light as mist,
as fog,
as blissful nothingness.
Try and catch me with jars,
but I will be everywhere
and I will be everything.
I will never be as light as gas.
Gravity puts his foot down
and you pass around my
solid form.
And I look so longingly
at the clouds spinning in a storm.
Maybe I could be a cloud,
high overhead and drench you
or even
strike you dead.