I have always wanted to try on
a fearless soul just to see if it
turns my skin to unearthly gold,
if it billows like a superhero's
cape behind me or sprays like a plume
of light all around,
to see if I belong in the
society of angels,
but I am drunk on April
and I want nothing but love
and this glittering madness that
jets like a fountain from every pore
and all these seedlings to preen
The flies are just learning the rules
A dark cloud is swimming in the
The drums of change are pulsing
in the distance.
Soon I'll need that soul of brass,
but for now,
see how easy happiness is
when it's done right.
Let me flow like music
down this quiet hill
is just beginning.