vain glory

if i were to chase the wind and felt the wind, tasted the rush of air bringing me high if i had the light of the sun upon my face, each flap of the tongue brought me closer to the stars, see those admiring eyes! if i had the glitter of gold moving mountains, they will not raise the dead, nor slow time for he is a thief in the night a number means nothing till it is yours. if i could escape time, space still be able to laugh out aloud at simple things, for in simplicity there is abundance when what is of flesh gets stripped away from all that swell, all the loud noise just to be heard. then, maybe i would have just touched the dove behind the secret wall.