Watching the grass blow on television
If I had wings would I still choose to walk
Questions I don’t often ask out loud
There’s talk on the street that
It’s better to walk than to run but I
Can’t stop thinking about flying and
What we often see as beautiful
Knowing it can also be quite treacherous
Nobody can prepare for that
What we do not know will happen
Come what may in a coterie of plays
Someone hacking away at our gardens
Unexpectedly behind our backs
Take for example this scenario
I give my consent to you
To touch me any way that you want
Insecurity is not my best quality
Confidence suits us better really, what then?
More to do on the outside of the village
I’m taking notes for my journey beyond
Even though I’ve been through it all
To laugh more and to listen to the
Sound that water makes against the shore
Recall the tone of the most favorite voice
I ever heard on earth be it a rainy day or
However the last thought goes through
My head before bed I enter into a dream
© GÄ
Poétique 