how wonderful it must be
to have wings to rise
above the dirt floor of
existence and the traps
that gravity lays
overhead in the trees
on and under the ground
hidden in still bushes
down here where emotions are
ghosts that live in shadows
the friendly ones happy to
spin and dance in the light
where love dangles the
string of its balloon
poised to lift the holder
to a world warmed by sun
with a view of the
horizon
limitless
in every direction