With and without words
There’s the ocean.
The calm.
The salvation.
The wave that is my negativity.
That carries me off.
And the arms that save me.
Lift me up.
Carry me.
While I fall.
Get swept away.
But the figure is light
Almost like wings
And/Where she resembles a falling angel
Being caught by the arms that make her an angel.
That gives her her wings.
But teaches her to be her own Strength
And That she must catch herself.
When she dances she flies
Stretches her arms out to the world
Folds into wings
Where restless feathers fall from them
Making her New again
Like a child discovering life
How to walk again.
Where music follows the sounds
Of her footsteps
And hides in shadows on the wall
Waiting for her to reach out her hand
To dance with them
And she does
And closes her eyes to a familiar feeling
The warmth of colors that breathes life
Into the soul of the world while she is sleeping.
And She catches your songs in jars like fireflies
Sad to let them go
And stop dancing.
But tomorrow night again
They will fill the skies
And she will catch them.
Because
When She dances she flies.
