The Sparkles of My Whims
If rain water could sing, as it fell from the gaping skies
Would we not have sought to dance outside
Naked and barefoot
Letting its words teleport our soul
Into dimensions we have never dared imagine!
If the sun could play an instrument, as it glared at us
Would we not have chosen to waltz
On every single day of our lives as long its rays would tickle us
Into elevated heights of joy transgressing space!
If the moon could paint, as it glowed, so gloriously in the dark sky
Would we not have posed in our most eccentric attire
Just to please it, so that, pleased with us
It would shine brighter and fill our bosoms with freshness!
Why, if Earth herself could mime
Would she have acted out sadness and dread
So as to make us realize the weight of our burden
As it pressed against her womb?
Pray, if time could speak, mind you
Would it have comforted us, as we worry incessantly
Or, would it have warned us, of the traps that lie ahead
Or would it simply have bid us to learn to live lightly and freely?
Pray, surrounding my ethos, are the sparkles of my whims
Compelled to toil in a fallen plane, they keep romanticizing
About the mystical and the mysterious, the uncontrollable
The unknown power which has made them as they are!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2017
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