Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing

taste the sun

Sometimes I wish I could taste the sun.
I've decided that it would taste like an orange slice with cinnamon sprinkled on it.

And the moon would not be Swiss, no--
It would be a luxurious ball of mozzarella.

Sometimes I think I can taste the wind.
Sometimes it's salty, sometimes it's sweet.
It's a colorful flavor, or it's crisp and cool.

And the stars would be lemon drops, their    Zest waking me up to a wonderful world.

Sometimes I can truly taste water.
If I stop and feel it hit my tongue,
Descend down my throat.

And the flowers would all taste
Like the ones found on top of cakes.

Sometimes I wish I could twirl the sunset
Onto an ice cream cone. It would be the Most wonderful sherbet in the world.

And the earth would taste like coffee grounds, and the plants like herbal tea.

Sometimes I can almost taste the sun
As it hits my face in the summer, the season  That tastes like watermelon and lemonade.

And fall tastes like pumpkin pie, and winter Like peppermint, and spring like jellybeans.

Sometimes I wish I could taste everything,
Because seeing is blind and hearing is deaf, and touch doesn't truly feel.

And sometimes life needs a little flavor --
But the other senses can't tell that it's bland.