Create

I want to create, create like the sun that
As I write, streams through the grey-brown clouds
Rimmed in gold, woven, spun gold
Each drop of rain
Rain that fell, rain that fell in sheets
Each drop glistens gold, quivering in the slight wind
I want to create, create like the night that
Will fall very soon
Fall as a curtain does on the ending play
Velvety, and black
I want to create, create something that
Exits me like a river
Flowing, and ebbing
Past mossed boulders, dragging in v-shaped ripples
Flows easily and unquestioned,
Briefly held in my mind,
Then is released...