The Curtain Moves

 

This gentle mood

Moves me along

As it’s inclined to,

Shifting unsteadily like

A water balloon

With nothing to

Steady in my current

Mood.  In my past

I’d dared it all quite

Sure nothing was

Beyond . . . Me.

I did it without

Sitting here

Dreaming. 

I ran as if

I had been on

Streets of gold and 

Had the wind 

Bringing strength

Never ending –

And it was real.