By Natalie Struble
I wish to lose myself.
I wish to get lost in the inky blue of a midnight sky and never again ground myself to a greedy surface, pulling at me with heavy ropes of gravity that wrap around my airborne limbs and drag me down.
I wish to shed the realities of a dissonant society and sleep among the stars.
My body aches from the push of wings that sing of freedom just beneath my skin. Of lazy hours, sleeping amongst the clouds in the hazy twilight of afternoon.
Of curling and twisting in the air, dancing to the music of a wakeful night. The revelries of nocturnal creatures moving to the beat of cricket songs and wind twirling through the tall grasses that soften the rocky surface of the earth.
Of midnight meetings, conversing with a pale moon and iridescent stars. Of life, bursting at the seams with overwhelming purpose.
Steven L Struble 