wishing I could fly,
feel the battering rain
whispering to the wind,
free of this cold terrain.
wishing I could go and
live beneath a cloud,
drinking fresh raindrops
untainted by the ground.
wishing I could see
the world all green and blue,
through air clean and crisp,
cold, sharp, uncruel.
wishing I could save,
hear none speak of pain,
of dreaming--instead--to fly
and drink the falling rain.
wishing I could understand,
feel emotion in your words,
share the heaviness in your heart,
and insist we will endure.
wishing I could write,
enable others to see,
speak up, speak out,
let us all be free.
--
Written for International Non-Violence Day 2008
