wish to be filled with 'feel'...

Wish could amalgamate
All 'feels' as the guitarman put unsaid
Into his strings...of copper- aluminium...
A life felt in fingers...living carpe diem...

Wish drop by drop
Collect on my leaf soft...
Waxen dollops...
Of sunset yellow...
Of wind touching my skin...a cello...
Of golden rays of the sun
An opera ethereally churned...

Wish could lap up too
An oceanic love uncommonly blue...
Wish to feel the storm
Within me...an elliptical form...
A spiral cyclonic rise...
Wish could I with one Atlantic passion demise...

Wish more could meself me sensitise
So that I could feel the cool of icelandic sighs...
Carried by winds per chance
From a province too far western...

Wish to 'feel' really everything...
The song of cuckoo how tranquility bring...
On hot tin roof...on fire a furnace
Wish to feel how clouds wrapped in designer dress-
Weave unique interpretation of the sky...
How smell of wet grass all mortal sniffles belie...
Wish to be filled with 'feel'...top to toe...
Wish to feel the whole of earth in a single magic show...