The frayed ropes tied
Around the pagoda,
could have held the weight of another world.
The world that lay at my feet,
and at my back door.

Thick white flowers
wrapped themselves around the posts -
hanging their heads,
to let the dollar coin sunshine
warm their full, cool nectar.

My peachy, hot feet
Smiled and breathed again,
as they sunk into the glossy, cool grass.
Forgetting where they have been.

Dangling on the rope,
feet off of the ground,
I was no longer here-
in this world,
but in heaven.
One that I could access any time.

I sat on the grass,
barefoot and cross-legged,
like an innocent school child.
Thinking of nothing –
as everything I could ever want is here.

No time for tears,
No need for dreams.
Here – on the swing.

enjoy. Xx I am fourteen.