Joy

Joy in life for life it's self

Though trapped

We'll not be put on shelves

Giddy rants and pastures green

Our bodies cannot be unseen

Hold fast to what is true to you

Lunatic moths wings in beating blue

Step away from stoic tree

I see you as you see me

No judgement past comes quiet rest

Shining in gold and all our best

Here lying under moon lit tree

A whisper says you'll be set free

Time will tell of this fleeting glance

Watch your feet how they could dance..