Formless

To drink the beams of the stars, let them pierce my body and flow out. Feet taking me high above the clouds, to mountain peaks touched only by the imagination. I wish to jump from the top and be caught by dreams. My soul trickling down with the rain. Big drops and small, they all land and bring life. Landing in the ocean, rippling outward to the seven seas. Swept up in the clouds only to land again in gentile fields. There I lay, face to the clouds. Soft zephyr dripping wheat down to brush my face. Tickling life back into life, for it was here all along. Here I see what the sun allows me to see, no interpretations, just love of life.

-G atticus