Let only God remain my boss

I feel like dancing on the roof
While you are sound asleep, aloof.

I feel like walking through the dunes,
I feel like dancing to the tunes,

I feel as light as red balloons,
I feel like reaching many moons.

I feel like drinking herbals tea,
I feel - the world spins for me,

I feel – the Earth's a lovely place,
But still I want to fly in space

Without a rush, without a race,
Under a cloud's golden lace

Or rather float low above
When breeze will bring a slightest shove

These oaks, pines and velvet moss,
Let only God remain my boss.

And when one day you'll feel as free
Then come along to fly with me!

September 2014 Sag Harber

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