I want to let my
hair go,
and run barefoot
through the streets.

I feel like bursting
with laughter
on an overcrowded
peak-hour train,
or gently weep
at the library 

There are days
when I twirl
my umbrella in my hands,
skip instead of walk,
smile when
everyone else is frowning.

There are moments
in time
when I will sing
at the top of my lungs -
the name of my lover,
and of ancient truths.

I will sail a paper boat
in the ocean,
I will kiss violets,
and let ribbons fly in the wind.

I hope
I will be remembered for my love.