If air were like water

if air were like water…

objects shifting and flowing

like a slow motion daydream…

every motion fluent,

like a child’s lullaby…

our details of life no longer overlooked,

but exaggerated,

like a picture of every waking moment…

ugly would have a beautiful side…

and beauty…

~

a tear no longer such,

but a glossy pearl of breathtaking refraction…

a girl tosses her hair,

creating a curtain of silk to reveal her face…

a boy jumps,

and time stops…

and a smile…

is brilliance…

~

light would become streaks of imagination,

falling stars in reach…

walking would be poetic,

each step his own…

our world would be something of a fairytale,

straight from the hands of Hayao himself…

movement like a ballet could be set to a music box,

and played over,

over,

so many times over,

and would never get old…

a stare would grow in strength tenfold,

or even in vibrancy…

a simple bat of the eye…

would be exhilarating…

~

striking,

ravishing,

alluring,

glorious,

flawless,

elegant,

radiant…

brilliance…

exhilarating…

            “…and beauty…would be beyond words…”