I can fly
On the wings of an angel
Soaring up into the sky
A wistful breeze
Through the clouds
Far beyond the heavens
Close enough to feel it's warmth
Seeming to almost touch within
Crystal beads of water
Streaming down
Unreachable rays of light
Of hope
Of truth...
Of God
Frozen in place
In wonder...
In thought
Invisible ropes latch
Pulling downward
Towards sin
Resting on the ground once again
Eyelids flutter open
Birds chirping merrily
Grassy buttercup filled hills
Fields of flowers brightly budding
Shimmering with color
A glint in my eye
Upwards I look
The shinning sun
Smiling down upon me
This wondrous beautiful place
Can this really be sin?
