My sword in the stone

A metior shower
reins down on the earth
that is me. Wonderful colors of
blue, red and green. My heart is soaring
my soul is living. My mind is doubting and I
don't care. I'm floating on air. The stars are
close but I don't care I'll leave them here for now.

I'm soaring over people soaring over the
ocean of doubt. Flying higher and higher
almost hitting the sun. The sword is my soul
and the stone is my heart. Runnnig on air, I'm
breathing. The sky is clear and the clouds have been
erased. It's like my eyes are seeing for the very first time.
My hands are feeling and my ears are hearing the
wind rush past my mind.

My wings are back and I can't believe it,
I wonder how long before
their stolen again.