Cool, crisp waves shock the inner rage.
Suspended weight, I float and the chains disintegrate.
Moving in directions that were before impossible.
Under the surface no sounds can carry
And burn my ears with unrest.
Pursuers are slowed by my protection and blinded in the light
Angered by my freedom and joy of floating.
They reach out and wail
But I am gone.
I wish you could feel the sounds of my hands in applause to this… beautiful.
“But I’m gone” will forever bear many meanings.
I love