last night i dreamt that i was a pink bird,
singing my song to anyone who would listen.
the colors were so vivid, the sky was so bright…
and i flew, flew, flew until i reached “home.”
funny thing was that home was not a tree,
nor a nest,
nor atop a fluorescent sign…
home was something so spectacular,
that i can’t even explain it…
and i woke up wondering if i am home now,
…life is already so wonderful.
but, i know that i am not,
because i imagine all the places i can go,
all the things i can see,
and all the birds i can meet…
and i realize that i am not limited to any one thing.
the thought of this,
makes me smile.
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky”
–George Gershwin – Summertime lyrics