Open Up, Open Up

I don’t want to live a small life,

open your eyes,

open your mind,

open your heart.

I have just come from the Dahlia garden,

the first Dahlia kissing me with its blood red mouth,

the wind-winged clouds roaring overhead,

exciting me,

sending me hurtling along, thinking I might perhaps catch a ride,

feel the wind in my face, but no,

the clouds rushed away, places to go.

So I carry these dreams only to you,

One of the last gifts I can ever bring to anyone

in this world filled with love and  hope and risk and fear,

so do look at me, listen to me.

Open your soul, let it breathe,

Open your life, open your heart.

I don’t want to live a small life,

of warning and fear.