the girl that floats, infinitely.
and float quieter than the moon when it crawls into the
sky at dawn - when the sun trades places,
she can float higher and quieter, that's her escape.
she can dance to the beats of the brisk and irresistible wind
while she takes the lead, hand in hand with every petal and leaf.
she recklessly floats, when she feels the pressures of this world
trying to close in on her like the jaws of alligators when they me(a)t their prey.
she can rip through the limits of the stratosphere and sing striking stars
into the days skies as she floats and flies through the stratus clouds, she
can be everything and anything when her mind zooms in on the things above
the things that only invite and acknowledge Love .
she is free from the chains and restrains of the worlds limitations
and she holds her ears high above the chaotic clusters that congregate on concrete
messages full of multitudes, things unedifying, things not real.
she floats and she floats and she floats away, glimmering in tonights sky.
look up, she might
slip into
the crevice
of your pupil.
