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

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About wordsurfer

writer, ex-teacher, human rights believer & fighter, traveller, adventure-seeker, freedom lover, global citizen. big on daydreams, less so on reality.

Posted on November 4, 2012, in poems, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. 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.

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