if i were to chase the wind

and felt the wind, tasted the rush

of air bringing me high

if i had the light of the sun

upon my face, each flap of the tongue

brought me closer to the

stars, see those admiring eyes!

if i had the glitter of gold

moving mountains,

they will not raise the dead,

nor slow time

for he is a thief in the night

a number means nothing

till it is yours.

if i could escape time, space

still be able to laugh out aloud

at simple things,

for in simplicity there is abundance

when what is of flesh

gets stripped away

from all that swell, all the loud noise

just to be heard.

then, maybe

i would have just touched

the dove

behind the secret wall.