Freedom

Covered with your smiles, I pull the layers high and spinning in your warmth, let go the feelings as they fly and flow; gentle folds soothe the boned brittle day. Under the Comforter, inside the lines of space -- deep within weathered bits of time, dimensionally hued we bond and spark, glowing for a feathered moment inside the dark, a heart ring flares and trumpets sound. Dream writings, heaven breathed are finger spun, seen from The Cave, and found. It is done. Carved into the constancy of Now, four posts stand guardians of flame -- safe and spirit named. Covered with your smiles, I awaken, putting You on as my dressing gown and singing a song of freedom.