I Rise

by Thalassa Brytaye - 2:15 PM

I Rise

This heart-enflaming liberty

That bears me up to fantasy;

My wingéd feet

Are bright and fleet

I rise on airs of ecstasy.

My way up is never-ending

Freely float like colors blending

Neath painter’s brush

So soft and lush

I rise and fly from all pretending.

Chains that once bound me to the floor

Are broke and shattered evermore

I sing and fly

Through star-lit sky

I rise and flee the opening door.

Past left behind in clouds of gold

I watch the stories that unfold.

Within my sight

The world is bright

I rise the brighter stars to hold.

Between my past and future be

Such endless rings of victory

For now and e’er

I’ll wing the air:

I rise – this is my liberty.

Makalani