Ah my feathered feet feel light
Against the morning canopy
It will all turn out all right
I've felt this way before
The air hangs calm
Like the wings of a lazy butterfly
Delicate
Almost like breaking
But I'm not worried about that right now
My mind slips to dreamscapes
It's how I escape
Sacred
Preserved
Often absurd
Mostly just healing
Like climbing a tree
Raven Rasputin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moss-colored-bed-sheets/
