Free

Dressed in garb of gossamer
I flit through the sky as if
A butterfly
However once I take flight
I am as if a falcon
Soaring
However the ability
To take off was hindered sometimes
In these dreams
These old dreams of mine
So free to know for many instances
What it is like to escape
Truly be unencumbered
Wings no longer clipped
Even scared of heights
Yet in these reveries I was not
I do not remember where I went
Just that to take off
Was sublime



Jessica Brooke 9/2/12