I want to be the orange tint on the evening clouds,
I want to be the flock of birds that fly across the setting sun,
I want to be the camera that captures the stories written in the stars,
I want to be the pen that yields the most beautiful of writings,
I want to be the horizon that separates land and sea,
I want to be the eraser that helps forget your mistakes,
I want to be a sight that cannot be unseen.
I want to be sweet morning chirrups that people wake to,
I want to be the bell that indicates the arrival of midnight,
I want to be the chatter of the crowd at a gathering,
I want to be the ticks of a clock during a quite afternoon,
I want to be the tune that you’re stuck humming throughout the day,
I want to be the song that help drown your bitter memories away,
I want to be the melody you cannot forget
I want to be the first words of a naïve infant,
I want to be the last words of a wise old man,
I want to be the harsh lectures of a caring teacher,
I want to be the wisdom delivered by professors and scholars,
I want to be speeches given by great leaders across the world,
I want to be the gossip that reaches every ear,
I want to be the banter between friends,
I want to be the words that bring about change.
I want to be the fragrance of mom’s breakfast that wakes you from your dreams,
I want to be the smell of a thousand fields of sunflower, or better yet a can of freshly opened paint,
I want to be the smell of mud after a night of heavy downpour,
I want to be aroma that awakens your appetite just before lunch,
I want to be the smell of home after a long time away.
I want to be the indulgences during diets,
I want to the water you drink at 3 am,
I want to be food that reminds you of childhood,
I want to be the fennel seeds that you chew on right after,
I want to be the taste that you cannot recreate
I want to be the clothes that fit perfectly,
I want to be a streetlight on a rainy night,
I want to be a story that keeps the pages turning,
I want to be the plot twist you never saw coming,
I want to be the cool breeze on a humid summer afternoon,
I want to be the autumn clouds that threaten rain but pass silently,
I want to be the fire at a camp stranded in the woods,
I want to be the call that bears good news,
I want to be the hug that unites old companions,
I want to be a voyage spanning the seven seas,
I want to be the beauty in life that people cannot forget,
I want to be a stubborn memory that will not fade,
I want to be significant and beautiful even in death,
Not just a smudge that lasted a single breath.