I would

If I could stroll inside that world,

a world that always snows,

and it's never cold.

If I could kiss the sun-swept trees,

and never care to go,

not at all controlled.

I would.

There's a beacon high, 

lights up the sky,

timbered leaves and cobbled streets,

that is where I wish to be.

If I could hold the world in my hands,

and be in a hand,

securely manned.

If I could thrill a child after,

something they can't seem to chapter,

and bring on laughter.

I would.

I would float in a clear faced globe,

shaken high, shaken low.

I'd take it all to say I'm home,

in a tiny little globe,

where everything is beautiful,

and no one feels alone.

Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.