Smudged

I want to write letters to the earth
About the rushing winds,
I want to whisper the stories of the sky
While dipping my feet.
I want to fold papers to make boats
out of them and
I want to see the night when the full moon
bright the sky.
I want to lie down on the ground full of grass,
I want to make friends with all the mysterious
creatures the world has been talking about.
I want to see how ordinary every story is and
I want to see how extraordinary people are
born.
I want to fill up the sky with unlimited clouds
and catch people counting stars.
Smudged
I want to wake up to the bright sun and
I want to see the colours orange, pink and red.
I want to see the expeditions of the mankind
and
I want to see nature turning itself all right.
I want to see the scars they hate on
human body and
I want to write all of them in blinding light.
I want to see these words being smudged one
day and
all that is the thought of love left behind...