I wish I could write my words
on the horizon
That the sky would fit my paper and
my paper was the sky
I would,
write words of hope and of love
and
cause the ink is still wet
ductape them on clouds to dry,
my words floating 'round, drifting by
for everyone to read
in bloodred ink on the last ray's of
the yellow sun as it's setting
and
in silverwhite among the stars
so that people everywhere can look upon it night and day
and
read what I have to say
when they look at the sky above
and
I would write words of love