There is a wistfulness

on the air

and the trees are dancing

to a symphony 

…unheard…

yet I feel the notes

thrum through my soul

and settle on my skin

like a lover’s touch

inviting me to dance…

to take his hand

and trust…

so now I dance…

one with clouds

with treetops

with birdsong

and falling stars.

I dance to the symphony

I now call

freedom.