they will float up
and up
and over and under and sideways
and up, up, up.
they will float across world,
in and out of dreams.
They will float over glittering purple rivers,
and fly over glow in the dark trees.
Some sunny day when you are walking your kangaroo,
you'll have your rubber boots on. Not because it is raining.
But because your heart is crying.
And these worldy secrets, that traveled more than you realize,
will wrap around you.
And embrace you until your heart giggles.





