flowing free

freedom to fly i’ll defy gravity and whisk away wherever i please with nothing to stop me up up up and away i’ll go to rocket myself through the sky-lagoon speeding my way through my favorite color blue up down and all around i’ll be that river in the sky flowing free with no punctuation to make me stop or pause i’ll fly up up and away till i come to a place with fun things to do like swimming between the clouds and hopping from cloud to cloud i’ll even slide down a rainbow wheeee and fly into the sunset with all the pretty colors like pink orange and purple as the blue fades away then becomes a midnight color before the black appears and i’ll never stop until now.

Author's Note

"Mari-Sweet Poems"
Use of metaphor to describe something deeper or just plain old fantasy from the imagination? Take a guess.