I want to breathe in your light
and soak in your breeze.
I want to touch your warm earth
and taste its freshly rain dampened dirt.
I want to hear the language of the wind
and listen to the stories it carries away.
I want to consume every scent as daily bread.
I want to listen to the rustle of dried leaf veins in autumn
and reflect all those dying colors.
I want to feel the trembling quake
of newborn life amidst a garden of bones.
I want to be overwhelmed in all these senses
and catch a passing glimpse of your presence.