Creative hopes

  Life echoes her sweet words for all to hear.
Listen you may find your place. Tickets arrive with
endearing words. Not using caution, we all leap forward.

  Clammering down a hallway. Tunnels send
glittering lights as happy hopes. Care to dance
with me?

  As I twirl upon clouds, rain drops pour
upon me. Granting all my hopes as I say them.
Holding my imagination stationary for only one or
two seconds.

  Hold my hand as I dip low for a flower. The
stem I clutch as the petals melt across the cool
wind. My eyes give way to great laughter.

  Small giggles explode throughout my body. I
emerge in the grandest smile. Glowing amber. Radiant
showers of yellow. Tender are my hands.

  Pale is my skin. Echoing brillance caresses
my heart. Embracing rhythm. Tokens of creativity
weep from my pores.

  Look at me. I am real. Notes of time change
me little. Distance I travel educates me. Experience
and life wave over me. My feet are grounded.
Slightly uproot but walking a clear conscious path.

   Stories are spoken. I was there. I am
here. See what has become, see of who I am.