the Stars, the Wind, the Sea, and Me

     I sit here alone overlooking the sea, and at one point, wish I were it instead of me.

     I could flow in and out the reefs below, and roll upon the coast. Smashing against rocks of cliffs and swimming around bridges posts.

     With this in mind I feel the wind as it blows softly through my hair. I close my eyes and wish, to be the wind without a care.

     I could blow and howl up the fiercest storm, leaving destruction in my wake. And then, whisper so tender, so soft, you'd have to forgive my lasting mistakes.

     I turn my eyes and look above, at the beautiful stars of the sky. I take a breath and wish I were there instead of on the gound where I lie.

     I could look upon the earth below listening to dreams and wishes. And smiling sweetly at the magic found in the moment of first loves kisses.

     I come back down to reality. When suddenly it struck me, why wish to be one when I can be all three.

     With imagination I can be anything, a star in the sky, the wind fierce or soft, the sea from coast to coast. Without ever changing, without ever leaving, just being only me at the most.

by angelinew