I am far away from here.
I fly in an emptiness full of space and big sky blue. I see not birds, hear not crickets hum at dark.
I am on a journey. I pass by no years to this space, home, a place I may be all the time in a part of my being.
It is quiet, small. It is vast, everything lovely.
I am nothing but I am.
If there is a music it is a single sound, lovely dripping throughout time, reaching me.
Colors, bright and pale dance their joy beside my face.
This is where I live.
I fly and I fly. I am higher than the wind, lighter than the breeze, careful and soft.
I am me.
Posted by heidi at September 20, 2009 11:35 PMAwesome poem, Heidi! I loved it.
Posted by: Naomi at September 21, 2009 06:18 AM