If life is ENERGY

If life is ENERGY, well hell…

I want to be the sunlight that filters through the clouds of majestic streaks and the warm breeze that makes its way across the ocean.

I want to be the white sails whipping valiantly in the wind, the cry of a warrior.

I want to be the leaf that flutters down from that nostalgic oak tree, the stone unturned.

I want to be the blue bird that greets the morning with my song.

I want to be the sunrise and the sunset; the rippling waves in the oceans tide, the shooting stars against a crimson sky.

I want to be the majestic waterfall; drop by rushing drop, and the stream, creek and the river.

I want to be the surge to the storm, the light to the lightening and the reverberation of thunder.

I want to be the gaze that captures you across the room.

I want to be the flame to your fire and the coolness to your ice, your hello and goodbye.

I want to be not one but the two roads that diverged, the journey and the destination. I want to be the mystery.

I want to be the contemplative strum of your guitar…that note.

I want to be the photograph on the mantle above the warm crackling fireplace, the elaborate display of fireworks on the forth of July.

- The epitome of heaven, the perplexity of purgatory and the complexity of the underworld.

I want to be your song. I want to be your secret.

I want to be the nostalgic carving on the tree generations past, the flag that sits stoically at the top of the mountain, triumphantly on the moon!

Hell, I want to be your most embarrassing moment, your bubbling laughter, the sane and insane moments. – Your fever and your reprieve, the revolution and the peace.

I also want to be the first shot you take on your 21^st, the first kiss of romance, your first heartache, the sweet and the sour.

I want to be the deep sigh of appreciation that follows that first sip of coffee in the morning.

                       

I want to be the tears you drop. I want to be the shock, the wonder, the chalice, the truth, and the choice.

I want to be the genie and the wishes, the pirate and the gold, the gypsy and her tales, the magician and his assistant - the pledge, the turn and the prestige. 

I want to be the feeling you get when you’re standing at the precipice of a high place. The butterflies that precede a first date.

Hmmm. - Your favorite blanket, weathered and worn, your fondest bedtime story. 
I want to be the movie you curl up to and the ice cream you eat while you watch it.

I want to be your favorite color … all over. I want to be the most perfect date, the most inappropriate moment, the cat and the mouse.

I want to be whom you wake up to and fall asleep with, your chosen superpower.

I want to be the poison and the cure, the pixie dust and magic wand, the shadow and the light, the past and the future, the real and the make believe, your curiosity, your kryptonite.

I want to be the here and there, the now and then. I want to be that place you call home. I want to be the tribulations of life, the sanctimony of death and the realization of life after that.

I want to be HOPE and I want to be JOY.

After all, what is life without contrast, the black and the white and all the shadows in-between? What is it without a cacophony of sounds and resolute quietness? – The first and the last, the beginning and the end, the dark and the light, the good and bad, love and hate, harmony and discord, the tainted and guilty as well as the pure and the innocent.

And what would life be without its characters? The lover, the friend, the jester, the child, the man, the loner, the fallen, the broken, the wept for, the others, the innocent, the mother, the daughter, the brother, the forsaken, the lost, the forbidden, the disregarded, the heartbroken, the pure, the fool, the self served, the distant, the storyteller, the damsel, the knight, the monster in your closet and the fairy god mother, the kings and queens, gods and demons, the saint and sinner -the HERO and all of their tales.

If life is energy than I want to be all of these things.

And why you ask? Well why the hell not?