To travel through
waves - notes like invisable gymnasts
…music…flight.
Luscious
joy-invisable like dancers in a ticklish tangle on lips stretching skyward
That’s take
off, that’s possible, the invisable ignition of eyes alight.
Words,
pictures, paints and people invisible to the eye vivid to the kaleidoscope mind
There’s the
glide, the flapping fury of idea, the flight path from up in the stairwells of
imagine and duck-dive down the waterslide now into making with arms or fingers
or feet or mouths.
We can’t
see you heart. Little beat so sweet, tucked away wrapped in a cagey ribbing
careful now. Invisible the swell when the butterflies call and the body shakes
awake to soar though the loveliest love.
Quietly as
time ticks and the clock licks at the next moment and next, invisible the sad
pang like a shot to the centre wing and
a trickle of lost love on a lonesome cheeky cheek.
Softly the
invisible, the dance hidden to seen and everywhere there
Step with
me as u can dare in your own spare spaces to the places where we might still
fly.
