Remembering

Remembering,

I can go nowhere

or be no one,

without the orchestra of the universe

gracefully blooming melodies

into that infinite space that I am.

Seeing the stars

and knowing they are part of

the life in my DNA sends a magical tingling

to my fingers and toes,

and the colors of the rainbow decorate my spine,

the clouds are my adventures,

and the moon and I glow together

in the night, hearing each other’s dreams.

Sometimes, raindrops, masquerading as tears,

gather beneath my eyelids to greet the beauty of the day,

and the wind breathes joy through my dancing limbs.

The artist in each of us, whispering,

were made to be free in this infinite space.