I trust you when,
you raise me up,
into the sky.
Your strength
my platform.
Dependence,
total,
in reliance
on your support.

Standing in the light,
soft waves
make me wanna fly
trust you when,
you raise me up
upon a platform,
constructed,
solely
from
your arms.

And something
inside my head,
seems to dance,
though
it does not show,
seeking
to hold my pose
made possible
only
by your support.







© Tyrone Ellis, 2007 (all rights reserved)