Freedom

If words could but convey, my heart's resounding vibe,
My eyes would surely melt, in a sea of everlasting space.
Delight would set me free, from the tyrant of the waves.
The wind, no more would push and shove my soul,
As an apple bobbing to and fro,
In attempt to dance upon the surface.
I would be a ballerina, twirling about the frothy shores,
Hands above the head in an eloquent circle.
I would fly across the sparkling skies of awe and mirth,
Cascading droplets from the blue below on lover's lips.
And I would laugh, almost in a fit of madness, at the radiant light that is the sun,
That great beam of ethereal splendor, so beauteous and beyond my wildest reach,
As my fingers graze the tips of its rays,
Until my spirit, a captive not to be made upon the earth as its bodily brethren,
Elevates to burst into that wondrous orb and flick across the skies a thousand shards of flame.