Somedays!

somedays i still feel like i can fly! like plowing the earth, and planting the seeds... painting my face and dancing for rain... like running half-naked down through the woods with a spear in hand... searching for meat. like building a fire, and watching the meat turn on the spit... like playing music in a dim-lit bar, amid the smoke and the sweat and the booze... like climbing a mountain to face the dawn, the only man alive in the whole damned world! like making love all night long, long and slow and tender, touching and feeling, giving and taking... like praying in an empty church!