I wish I could live
in my own little world
where the air would smell like
freshly bossoming gardenias and
sparkling green mint
where the sounds of the day
would be vibrant with laughter and words
guitars and pianos and drums
while at night
there float a single
lovely tune of a flute
stirring the leaves of the trees
the creases in folks' smiles
the longing in the heart
of the woman sitting quietly
upon the moon
An eternity of where
souls could fly and
dance and sing
where folks' feet bound lightly
above the sole of
a dimension of where
there are no tears and sorrow
no depressed feelings upon
the day mentioned as tomorrow
no cramped aching feelings
buried in the pits of stomachs
but be a place instead where
women's feat unbinded and long
men who may be 4 feet tall
where twisted chains
razor blades and sharp tongues
cease to exist
smiles and delight in eyes of
people once blind
wings unfolded and soaring
of those in flight
towards a better night
in a better light
I wish I could live
in my own little world
where everything
happiness perfection gratitude
Life
is free.