Is it possible
to fly
from the mundane
to the extraordinary

To lean over
a cliff's edge
and scream
watching anger
spill into
the canyon

To brush off guilt
as specks
on a jacket's lapel

To hear only
those words
which alight
the soul
yet do not sear

To walk
the desert dunes
and not cry for
its oasis

To sleep
with dreams of color
that rest the mind

To have silence
yet still hear
the loud cries
of passion

To grasp
a strong hand
which feels
my strength

To share an embrace
in another language

To have one's hunger
fed by another's
hungry mouth

To find one's self
by getting lost
in rapture

To give while not
giving away

To receive
without taking

To die and still live