Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A Slate Stretching to Heaven..

I'd ask you to hold me tonight for I feel far too numb..
And I'd ask for a slate stretching to heaven.
I've never been too fond of the shape of things on earth,
Never been too proud of the shape I've thus assumed..

Given a slate stretching to heaven, I'd start a brand new world..

I'd ask you to move me tonight for I feel far too numb..
And I'd ask for a canvas stretching the ocean..
I've never quite tasted the colors that abound the earth,
Never been too stunned, too moved; only too numb..

Given a canvas stretching the ocean, I'd paint a brand new world..

I'd ask you to hold me tonight, for I feel far too cold..
And I'd ask for a boulder stretching the skies..
I've never felt too strong for the way of things on earth,
My senses blunt, my eyes and ears bereft of wonder for all they're worth..

Given a boulder stretching the skies, I'd carve a brand new world..

Given a slate stretching to heaven, I'd start a brand new world..