If I could live in
an eternal state of
the sun setting and rising
with dark night
starlight twinkles
interspersed
in cosmic bursts
of transient glory.

If I could **** the chaos
of daily moving
from one maddening moment
to the next mad rush
as we brush by people
we will never meet
on these cacophonous
streets.

If I could feel the quiet
invade my being
going deep and drawing
from the dark depths
that I possess
to create poetry
that is less of a mess
then my usual
lines.

I think I would be fine
with all that lonely time,
with the inevitable ache
of being awake
in a world void
of people.
Even though,
I know
it would bring
some old familiar sting,

the beauty of creating
something
truly inspiring
would be worth the price.