I wish that all could...

I wish that all could see
The feathered wings of insanity
Disguised in apparent tranquility.

Time ticks by so fast, 
Nothing live remains still in here:
My mind is a sharp-edged spear.

I am a miracle of creation,
And yet nobody hears the poesy
Nested deep in my secular frenzy.

I wish that all could hear
The soothing notes of rain's symphony
Tip tapping on the blacks and whites of ecstasy.