If only at will I could cut in
A terrace or a ridge
On the distant firmament ;
Or sing a hooting melody
Of the sweeping wind;

Or sing the autumnal song
Of the passing skylark;
Or sway noisily
Like the needles of a giant pine.
If only at will I could create
The brilliant splendour
Of the shining sun
‘N immerse it at will
In bosom of angry cloud
If only I could thunder
So the world hear my ring
If only I could be GOD
‘N his splendour I could bring.


19.1.1999