Let’s go the places where we can hear the winds
the places where we’re the first to catch the rains on our tongues
the places where we lay on our backs and still the stars seem only out of reach.
Let’s go to the places where we feel like gods and goddesses, kings and queens
looking down at all there is
to the places where the sun kisses the horizons
to the places where dangling feet mean happiness or loneliness…or both.
Let’s go look down our sorrows and look up at happiness
Let’s go be one with wind and rain and thunderstorms
Our hands held up, howling like animals
No one can judge us there
No one can see
No one cares
Well, there’s really no one else.
Let’s go cry or smile and scream or laugh like lunatics
And trust those bare piles of rocks that could tumble and roll and kill us.
Let’s go to the places where freedom rings
in echoes of our own mirrored voices.