Learning to fly
Is making me cry
The joy is causing
A leak from my eye.

Gratitude I guess
Is making that mess
Of tears on my face
But wait, I digress...

Grace, I suppose
Leads by the nose
By following bliss
Our consciousness grows.

Elation came through
But despair did too
By rising above
Limitations of two...

Wisdom emerged proud.
Spoke softly not loud.
But for so long in this place
Never heard by the crowd.

Compassion united
with love unrequited
is causing a reaction
that has me delighted.

***
Know what I mean?

Shine Bright.