If I could be any abstract being, what would I be?
How about the Sun?
I’d be so massive, so absolute
That none would dare look up at me in stern contempt.
And yet my Golden Rays would fall so gently upon your head,
My radiance fade when twilight sets.
Would I then be reborn at break of dawn?
On second thought I choose to be a shapeless specter free of form,
Yet gentle and light so I may caress that lady’s long hair,
Or rock the chair someone abandoned upon that weathered old porch.
Care to guess what I chose to become?
I fall the leaves of Autumn trees you step on.
Or maybe I should turn into a glittering star, swim the dark ocean of a cold lonely night.
Guide a brave sailor lost at sea,
“Follow me, Sir, to the faraway shore. I’ll safely take you to the land you abandoned.
Maybe next time a map you should draw,
Not of the coast, but of the infinite heavens I now call my home.”