Testament (continued again)

The astronaut wants to be home, shaking restlessness from his back.
The home wants to be the fire with its thick-walled warmth.
The fire wants to be the fresh air sitting heavy in your lungs.
The air wants to be the strong tower of tangible stone.
The tower wants to be the rain suspended over ground.
The rain wants to be still.
The stillness wants to be your voice raised in singing.
The voice wants to be the canvas holding bright colours.

by: Anna Shogren