oh what a curse to be a human
for humanity would never suffice
to dance on the breath of eternity
or to write your name with a ray of sunlight.
if I had only the life of a heartbeat of earth,
I would whisper to God
asking him how an architect could design
the color of a passing breeze.
I would imagine it to be blue.
If I had only a few more hundred years,
I would plant my roots in a rocky hillside
and let them grow so deep
that I would understand the pain of being cut down
for as it were,
I could only guess at the width of love
I never would dare to write a sonnet about silence
I could try to inhale the scent of fire, and smell only ash
I am lost in a sea of fabrications
oh what a curse to be human
if I ever learn to live, I will already be dying.