rising out of the sky
through puffs of cotton clouds
are the aspirations of a soaring soul.
undaunted by the pull of earth
into the weightlessness of silent space
where physical constraints no longer take their toll
on a life released.
once burning in a bitter fire
with vision blurred by smoke and flame
is the sightless depression of a sunken soul.
set free now by a fearsome flood
as it washes away hazy perceptions
and no longer lets the elements take their toll
on a life released.
© 2010 Wasted Space Publishing
I was moved by this! It makes me smile all the way to my toes.