• Breezes carress
    The shallow parts
    Of me.

    Today I wake
    And wonder
    What I have
    Dismayed.

    What is it like
    To fly again?
    Not with a string
    But just because
    It's beautiful.

    Come, my friends
    My spirit guide
    Not too slippery,
    Or I'll slide.

    Looking up
    I see you wave
    Wondering
    In my dismay of
    Feelings.

    Where are they now?
    Creaking as they
    Know not how.

    Filtering
    The dirt, the bleak.
    Blessings are not
    What I seek.

    Faithfully, I'm
    Still at last.
    Living in the now,
    Not past.