High Horizon

Freedom is a mountain side.
Babbling voices of woodland spirits
lightly dance and skip
on wild wind.

Waltzing butterflies flutter by
bowing trees.
Song singing mountain chorus erupts.
Hear the words --
sing along.

Remember the time
of unbound imagination,
of extravagant exploration.
Lighthouses calling to distant rocky shores.
Adventures for the young and untamed.
Finding the memories lives that moment again.

Remember the time.
Imaginary playmates real as real,
yourself incorporeal as them.
Sun beams born at dawn
dreaming thru the day of
far flung destinations
and untold risk.

Stop.

Look for that sun beam in your heart.
Listen to the child playing in its warmth.

Swim in currents of
storm tossed sun beams
deep in your very own depths.
Go ahead,
do the backstroke.

My joy is laughter & smiles
inviting you to escape your planets gravity
and play with me.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2000
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