My anklets fill the air with resounding laughs 

As I scuttle between tall blades of grass.

I feel free 

Like I'm the breeze.

A yearning dream

Lounges among the clouds.

Her hand caresses my cheek,

I feel safe and sound.

Did I tell you that I feel free?

Free from the restraint of a rhyme scheme;

Free from structure;

Free from obsessions

Like a speck of dust on a travel spree.

 

I fly up to her arms,

Secured within the walls of my bubble.

Embraced by the sun, winsome and warm,

I melt like butter. 

Every jiffy that led to this moment 

Permeates the liquescent me

And dyes my form and essence. 

I breathe.

 

As pale cotton clouds

Surge forth for a cozy hug,

My bubble blows out.

 

I realize that I'm seven heavens too far 

From the one who keeps me safe, sane and sound;

The one who hoards my dreams in a jar;

The one who cocoons herself in a blanket of clouds.

But that's okay,

I sense no change,

As I witness my hydrous form levitate 

Above all the milestones I'd once celebrated.

 

Shifa