yellow giggles

a butterfly kite

sailing through a cloudless ocean of sky.

the teetering feeling

of being on the verge of the grand New.

yellow giggles

of children, blossoms in a churning meadow.

the crinkled corners

of paper, of blankets, of wise eyes.

ten thousand balloons

filling my chest as the music swells

and ruminates in the heavy air.

All of these things

I will carry;

in the Soles of my shoes

and the Stars in my eyes,

down, down, past the echoes

of time.