Swimming clouds tinking angels feet,
Fly without a mission.
Enjoy the light,
Wings soar soaking up blue sky,
Twisting into the reality of its blackness.
Stars tap their faces,
Weaving into the nebula.
Sprung forth into nothing,
Thrusting back to reach the earth.
Their laughter heard down below,
And they don’t care-not today!
Flaring through the Makers breeze,
experience it freely, no task.
Tapping wings with butterflies,
Touching wings with the birds.
Swooping fast speed
across the ocean.
Vapors swishing in and out,
through the mass of bodies they guide.
Faces look around,
“What was that?”
Tingled, a slight touch of peace.
Rolling through the forest trees.
Grazing the skin of an Amazon frog.
Flipping back into the throne room,
The laughter of the Maker bursting.
The earth was still for a moment.
The tangles of all,
winding together in the vision once before,
creating perfect song and dance.
The spurting giggles of wings and feet,
intertwined through the common thread,
they all saw and felt just now.
Stillness with beast and gentle creature.
No one has to believe,
the free days reveal it all.