by Ilana Botha

Created on: August 15, 2009   Last Updated: December 12, 2010

CLARITY

If I could see the stars
I would listen closely
To also hear the celestial beat of angels' wings.

I would stand in the beam of moonlight;
Become an ethereal statue and
Ascend up into the heavens.

Maybe I would whisper in God's ear.

With levity in motion and in that space that knows no time,
I would gaze upon my life 'til now.

Voyeur. And also the voyeured.

Clarity served by the breaking sun on a golden pillow
Would transcend even the transcendental.

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