Deep in my heart the sun is shining.
The day clear blue and stretched sounds.
I can almost see, here from the ground,
my heart flying, swooping in air,
as high as a kite and gleaming.
Vertical take off to light,
a downward push of my hand
takes me up, into luminous flight.
I must be a bird, to reach up here.
The mountains spread out beneath me,
the revolving, rotating greens of the land.
I bank on a cloud, rolling, reaching,
tumbling, gliding, looping, I turn
on a breeze, diving deep to the sea,
slicing the spray and screeching.
I knew this would happen one day.
All I wanted to be.