“I Want”

To be noticed.
I want to be noticed like the flat blade of silence that chokes a yellow sky seconds before the tornado strikes, that sharp intake of breath before the wind begins to wail its churning tale –

 I want to be noticed like the roiling brow of cloud that drapes an orange sun in shrouds of blackness -

I want to be noticed like a crashing boulder that echoes across every mind in the world.

To be Wanted.
I want to be wanted like a jagged screech of lightning, powerfully destructive and deadly irresistible, that rips a livid sky in two –

 I want to be wanted like the cold fingers of silk rain that grope through glittering sands –

 I want to be wanted like the shaking beard of roaring fire that devours a forest with laughing dragon jaws.

To be loved.
I want to be loved like the crystal snow that has already settled between the frozen ground and the powdery fluff, lying between the bed sheets on dazed Sunday mornings –

 I want to be loved like a never-ending river that races with logic and drowns common sense –

 I want to be loved like the storm that breaks and screams in its own glory.

To be remembered.
I want to be remembered like the tremendous mountains that never feared to be kings, 
at once alone and raw and whole -


I want to be remembered like the daily, freshly cleaned windows of dawn –

 I want to be remembered like the lost words of the raindrops that we never see.

To be continued.
I want to be continued like the feathery dance of a dandelion seed on a tiny air current of wishful thinking -

 I want to be continued like the tip of an iceberg and all that remains hidden underneath its watery shoulders -

 I want to be continued like a tree whose only direction is up.