of Freedom
Spinning in her eyes lies a toy globe;
shining in its seas a reflection of me
that I can’t help but want to reach for,
like a sparkle beneath the shimmer of a ripple
of a drop
falling into water.
Waves pass around and over everything,
playing, teasing, bending.
Each brush is a kiss.
Fluttering in those eyes are a thousand green butterflies
excitedly tumbling apart and streaming together.
And through their flight those eyes sing
prettily, with fitting levity
of freedom.