If I could drop a message in a poem,
a verse, a group of letters strung like pearls
for readers neck, I would.

I’d  mold it with stones of optimism
to ward off worry and fear.

Sting it with wisdom to integrate
the new energies for peace.

Enlarge it with songs
to rhythmically expand hearts.
And weave it gracefully so readers
old mind chatter would dissipate.

I would string its message
with pulsations so their echoing voice
would allow one to see their a divine
gift.

If I could drop a message
to show I wear the title Aviator poet of
a new conscious world proudly,
I would.
I do. I am.