It is a wish to touch the sky to glide.. Perhaps this shall create a smile. May this Monday wish become so much more.
In a language some do not understand nor shall I with a voice clear on a string can to can while tickling the sky with no hostility towards the blue hear words to delight open, expand the senses chase away night fright then we shall part ways and fade into the sky content we heard.
Sadly there are no stairs to take me beyond where I could sit and read little notes left by thee. Something tells me I am insane for wanting to know.