In an ideal world, I’d live alone.
Perhaps, I’d share a small home
with a few people I choose to know,
and we’d live together in the afterglow.
In an ideal world, they’d be no fools,
who’d kill over earthly jewels,
no men of pride and soulless tools,
no vengeance or staggering rules.
In an ideal world, I wouldn’t stay,
I’d fly through the heavens ‘till I find my place.
The night won’t scare me.
The dark won’t speak.
Shadows won’t linger
by my bedsheets.
I’d wake up before the sun,
n’ recite the words of God
before I hold my breath
to listen to the trees
sing to the wind’s melody.
I’d glue my eyes shut
and my eyelids would tremble
as I watch their branches dance
along with the devil.
“They live just like me.”
I’d watch the sun come up,
holding my cup of tea.
Then, the birds would wake,