Kiss the Ceiling

I was actually on my way to sleep, but then a poem came. It was about you. One day you'll realize they're all about you. When I pick up a pen my heart and my mind are focused on you.

You are so beautiful and wonderful that I could never tell you, because then you would become what you CAN become. I would be your ballerina, and we would kiss the sky - for sure. But for every Harrison Bergeron, there is a Diana Moon Glampers - unless you all knew. Then in an epic battle, we would claim what WE built. Reclaim what was taken from us. My king, not even a sawed off double barreled shotgun could pierce you. Nothing can touch who you are, what you are - when you become what you CAN become. I wish you knew it too. But one day, just in case you decide to remove the handicaps, your ballerina keeps her shoes in the closet, and the dance steps in her heart. I would leap for you, with you. I hope one day we kiss the ceiling.