Lifted

Oh and I felt that

I could tiptoe across those feathery clouds,

you know the ones,

the ones that barely exist.

Yes I could conquer those.

Absolutely lifted,

With my smiling heart.

The cool, dewy clouds tickled my toes

And I chose,

To keep my eyes closed.

You carried me that day.

I could not see you, 

Though I felt you, 

In every way.

Oh, and my heart sang and smiled,

It simmered,

And made me radiant.

Michelle Helton

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*Poem "Lifted" by Michelle Helton © 2003, All Rights Reserved*