Spring Dance

 The flowers are growing
 Beneath my feet
 With each step I take
 My vassal is but half full
 Of the wine of Life

 Ready...
         to gather more light.

 Like an angel
 My soul glides
 Through the clouds
 Light and free
 With boundaries unseen
 However like
 I will fly
 I know it won't be forever
 Yet
 I also know that
 Never again
 Is untrue.  
 
 The melody of my soul
 Rises above the voices
 And shines through
 In a rainbow of colors.


                                                               Katalina
                                                               2-22-88