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