The vibrant firmament
I want the full range, devotion, fervour, zest and
A collage of bright hues that can fill the heavens.
I want incisive action that prevents my cursors
From converging on conflicts that inhibit dance.
I want this world, this excited sphere, to be
A magnificent stage set that isn't improbable.
I want music of shared gaiety and pleasure,
A song that will light the vibrant firmament.
I want the delights I imagined in earlier days,
An eagerness and a zeal that are everywhere.
I want to flavour my outer limits, to add new
And exuberant expressions to my vacant gaze.
I want deep red waves tipped with honey
And passions of every rhythm to swing to.
I want quick-eyed adventures and long slow
Embraces, giving reign to unexplored desires.
I want days of crazy randomness and not have
Urgent signals demanding that it’s time to hide.
I want to live in a smiling house of sensations
Where talk is an incessant wealth of cadences.
I want the floor of my sad defeated heart to be
The place where only vim and vigour explode.
I want hostility to end, the world to mend and
That peace which passes beyond understanding.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
The vibrant firmament
I want the full range, devotion, fervour, zest and
A collage of bright hues that can fill the heavens.
I want incisive action that prevents my cursors
From converging on conflicts that inhibit dance.
I want this world, this excited sphere, to be
A magnificent stage set that isn't improbable.
I want music of shared gaiety and pleasure,
A song that will light the vibrant firmament.
I want the delights I imagined in earlier days,
An eagerness and a zeal that are everywhere.
I want to flavour my outer limits, to add new
And exuberant expressions to my vacant gaze.
I want deep red waves tipped with honey
And passions of every rhythm to swing to.
I want quick-eyed adventures and long slow
Embraces, giving reign to unexplored desires.
I want days of crazy randomness and not have
Urgent signals demanding that it’s time to hide.
I want to live in a smiling house of sensations
Where talk is an incessant wealth of cadences.
I want the floor of my sad defeated heart to be
The place where only vim and vigour explode.
I want hostility to end, the world to mend and
That peace which passes beyond understanding.
