In the midst...

I always want to sleep facing the clouds

the sky 

towards the heaven

to type in dreams my goals and dream on 

again and again

I always want to face the window and initiate my flight against the odds freely

I always want to

fly accordingly and watch from above the top of a city 

I have been there and so I want to 

Yes 

so on and on and on

writing from my pedestal 

this intense letter that does not mean anything but speak 

and yet is silent like love in the lips of the desperate 

I am here witnessing the night 

almost becoming and almost vanishing 

I am in the middle of the storm 

the wind 

and I am witnessing the whistle 

tiny little sound between the legs of our existence announcing the beginning 

perhaps in another time the end

but still announcing 

leaning towards this wall I am 

nightly and right in a full male hunter I am

persuasive and quite I am

listening and calmly waiting I am

in a bed of harmony I am ready to destroy 

and in my own bed of darkness I am

ready to appease...

To You "in the midst of our time"

10/01/16