Unshackled by gravity adrift -

Haphazardly, so rapidly, we lift -

To an elevated state,

Our levitated fate -

Footprints dent the clouds

as we march the heavens’ gate -

Blessings agape —

Nothing up here, but the rarest of glares,

Where even shadows appear to constellate -

In a constant state of weightlessness -

Up, up, and away,

No longer having to await this bliss -

Dancing with the stars,

Waltzing with a slow stride -

Along the sun’s rays,

Taking a strobe glide -

Where souls rise and burdens fall -

We fly high,

Above it all.