what I want
it’s all very well
saying I’ll only do what I want to do
when what I really want to do is
soar across an evening sky
look down on a landscape of open space
mountains on the horizon
the red sun lighting them up from beyond
the moon riding high and cold
on air that is cool
and tasty and supporting me
slipping along my body
carrying me as I glide over
the dusky emptiness
Posted on November 4, 2012, in poems, writing and tagged evening, evening sky, nature, open space, photo, poem, poetry, solitude, what I want, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
You post reminded me of a poem by Rilke…
What I Want
You see, I want a lot.
Maybe I want it all;
the darkness of each endless fall,
the shimmering light of each ascent.