Dancing in infinite Cerulean Blue / ©Lipstickandmiracles 2016
I’m learning to listen to my own heartbeat
the early morning silence and Spring parade.
I am the dreamer and the dream,
the yellowed leaf and silver star.
I am both the trapped and the free
a memory and promise.
I sit within the scorching walls of a small mind. Look up!
I would have seen myself dancing in infinite cerulean blue.