In a heavenly ballroom…
With clouds at my feet, I step slowly,
Sun rising below.
I float and I stretch to a wonderous tune
From a time and a place I don’t know.
Sweet dawn pink horizon I’m carried aloft.
An ethereal start to each day.
In a spiral of angel wing leaves I depart.
My slippers drift upwards, I catch a sun’s ray.
My dress ripples waves of striped beauty and grace
Winding heavenward, soaring, mid-air.
From petticoat vapor, my skirt takes a breath.
In and out cleansing me, scent so fair.
A poetry dress.
My striped fabric takes flight
Above earthbound concerns, obligations.
A hot air balloon, dropping sandbags of doubt,
Hope filled voyage, a dress of vacations.
Floating fashion, a style never seen before trend.
Imagine this striped sunrise scene…
A sky-high good morning where you and your friends
Gently stretch to the tune of your dreams!
