A bright spring day.
Blue sky, warm sun,
Should lift the gray
That fetters me.

I long to leap,
To dance and twirl,
No longer weep
Borne down by weight.

In dreams I soar
And spin, arms out
As rainbows pour
From fingertips.

Barefoot I flit
Through grass so sweet,
Then come to sit
Beneath a tree.

Beside a stream
Whose sparkling flow
Reflects a dream
Of starry night.

When embers rise
From friendly fires
Towards the skies
And join the stars.

I wish I could
Rise up so free
For then I would
Truly be me.