I Love to Write

[b]When I was a bird[/b]

The hungar drives me upward

To trace the peaks with my beak

I breathe in and let out a cry

That burrows the mice as I fly

This is my domain the evening sun glistens on my black feathered back

I am power and force

moving mountains with the flick of my wing



Higher and higher I climb

'Til the world is nothing but a pebble compared to my ancient being


And when I am satisfied with my Earthly height

I dip my head toward gravel and dirt Down I dive feeling the wind through my Feathers

I am king


farther and faster I fall until I fear

I will explode I want to explode

I race the sinking sun and as the

Sun sinks and dies I too sink and die



There is no longer hunger nor need or desire

left in me sink sink I want to sink into nothingness what bliss nothingness



In this placid place I am an empty face

I shall no longer crave again the fat beetle Sun bathing on a leaf

means nothing to me



Farther and farther I sink

faster and faster I think

I will never be free

I'm still bound to the domain god created

I can only be and experience so much

And I am left feeling empty inside



I spent to long playing among the trees

The nighthawk sang too peacefully

The summer being too short and
I have always been in want to linger



I am that bird you find on the ground

as you are walking absent minded

Down the street do not feel bad

that's were I chose to sleep