My happiness is rising and I should be drowning
for lack of air. Endless skies are plummeting
below me at a dizzying pace.  Clouds
pass under my feet like cold breath
seeping from frozen lungs
and beauty is near,
I can feel her,
yet she chills me to my very core.
The earth curves away
from the point beneath me,
miles beneath me.
I just can't stop rising
and there's no way to return.
Mind sailing high
with limbs tied to weather balloons.