of seas richer than the bluest sapphires
of people dressed in elegant attires
and beautiful birds flying high and low
among bright patches of a spring rainbow.
how freedom tastes to the soul
what it is like to be on your own
if a flightless bird like me could soar
and into someone my heart I could pour.
someone would sweep me off my feet
and under the starry sky we both could meet
as to slow music our bodies would sway
and the world could vanish far, far away.