I want to be fleeting,
like the light between the tree tops
I’ll change
with each stroke of wind through the branches
No.
I want to be still,
quiet like the blue of twilight as it rests its veil
along the stones that line the shore
No.
I want to fly,
unstoppable and leaping,
the way that lightening glides its way
into the Earth

No,
no

no.

I want
only to be,
somewhere with you.
Rain falling,
eyes closed and
listening
to the thunder
beneath your skin