Gliding

1916128_178103927005_240612_nGliding lights among us,

Playing softly as the winds carry them around.

On.

And on.

Why can’t we glide?

Why do we dance only on surfaces?

Why don’t we walk barefoot and leave our traces?

I want to mark us in the snow.

In the wind.

In the light.

And in the sound.

I want to walk that thin line through.

Called life.

Make it together and catch the sound of light.

Glide over the surfaces.

 

(2014.10.15)

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