Falling, Falling, Falling; Free.

blue skied ceiling above, mother earth below.

I see.

I touch, I feel, one moment, one sight,

one, one, one.

One moment of freedom, air rushing,

caressing my skin, filling my soul.

I can fly.

Her sweet embrace, in one moment,

one fleeting instant, one red flash of

sight, envelopes me.

I am one.