By Simply Shelby
Bright and dull colours alike dance in the breeze;
Float as if ethereal.
You dance beside them.
Patterns sing of the need to be free;
Free from these clothespin prisons.
You wish to be free, as well.
The scent of soap and fresh air lingers;
Tickles your senses.
You feel alive.
The soft earth is beneath your bare toes.
The sky is calling above your hair.
The wind is chanting, "Join me. Join me. Be free."
Clean sheets dance in the breeze.
Unrestrained, fly higher still.
You do not feel the soft earth beneath your feet.
Unrestrained, you fly higher still.