Yes, I can fly!!

Ascending feathers in flight...
Gazing past her fragmented reality of broken confidence and despair. A heart beating steady fast, the sun fades behind a white cloud, She weathered her beaten past and found her way here, to this place of shadowed skies and wispy green grass, this place where she will mend her crumbled spirit, the place that allows her heart to heal, This place is home. A wide eyed slumber, staring across the skies, a beautiful dove sores across her optic conscious. Her blue eyes mirror two feathers ascending delicately toward her heart. Soaring desperately in her hopes, she yearns to fly away with the white dove. Spreading her arms wide, standing on tip-toe she pleads the dove to take her home. Take me home where the heart is a golden treasure, and the rainbow is my bridal train flowing in my wind. Oh teach me to fly lovely white dove! Spirit me wings, so I can fly! I wish to soar across my river of tears, curtsying a smile as I pass! Pride my wings spread wide, soaring past my sorrowing soul! Tip-toeing she reaches, tip-toeing she runs, take me with you, lovely white dove, take me on your plight, take me on this soaring flight to where my heart will know my soul! Her blue eyes mirror two feathers ascending delicately toward her heart. Soaring desperately in her hopes. Reaching far into the sky, she leaps toward a soothing voice. Listening as a child, She listens to words spoken to her hopeful heart. I feel your wisdom lovely dove, but I cannot fly alone I hear your knowledge lovely voice, but how, how can I ever be as wise as thee? I touch your reason, but will I, can I, touch more? And lovely dove, will you teach me how to be as beautiful as you in flight? Without you, will I ever learn to fly? A tear trickles down her cheek, Oh, lovely white dove, how will I know I can fly? White dove spreads his wing toward her childlike faith, soaking her tears with his white feathered wing. Promising her to wear her tears in honor, "I have the faith in you lovely child, You will fly, You will soar in your beauty across your sky, Your eyes will sparkle in the dark of night, your wings blazon proud in the light of day. Yes, I have faith in you lovely child, You will fly". Promising words left in her heart, Lovely wise dove soars across her sky. Her blue eyes mirror two feathers ascending delicately toward her heart, soaring desperately in her hopes, floating gracefully toward her face. Turning her face far into the sky, two feathers gracefully kiss her cheeks, Hands open they land in her waiting palms. Gazing across the blue skies, a beautiful white dove sores across her knowing heart.

Oh, lovely white dove, Yes, I can fly!