Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I
She's a menace to a clean outfit, room, and schedule. She'll knock down your walls and let the light flood every corner.
There are clouds in my mind. The kind you would find sulking around over the moors in a Jane Austen novel. I bat at them, try to shoo them away, but they persist.
A glint of shining blue catches my eye beyond the grey and its little lady lynn fluttering whimsically here or there. She is a bowling ball of a thing, but whips and whirls as light and delicate as a bubble. I love her. Her chirping charms me. I want to join her, but the low lying clouds slither around my ankles and shift into heavy chains that keep me earth bound. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.