of sacred heights

Do you really think I’m cold right now?
I once was ice and have since melted,
thawed into a warmer form.
Not yet free I feel, but freer
than the freezing block I was.
Today I am just simply chilled,
and direly soaking in the sun.
I move, but in a fated flow
through channels I carved long ago.
And so I wish to become vapor –
to rise above this world and see
what others see when standing tall,
when flying, climbing, chasing dreams.
I long to lose myself in rainbows
and uncharted currents of the stratosphere.
I yearn to fall from a breathtaking height.