Freedom

In the light
They glisten;
Millions of crystals,
Basking in their own beauty.
I wish to be as bright,
Perfect, and fleeting
Slipping through my fingers,
Like sand between my toes
So softly,
Nearly unnoticed.
Until I remember to let go.
Clear all the wonder in my mind,
And know only this:
As perfection etches its stillness
Into my wide open eyes,
I am free.