Everything With Strings Attached

The sun
beating down
ahh—a luxurious bath of rays.

Light and airy;
I have angel wings
which lift me.

Cold ice water
slaps my ankles
shooting through me and out of my fingers.

The sky, like an eye,
watches me through blue tinted
sunglasses like a one-way mirror.

The wind carries away
all—everything with strings attached.
Leaving peace and nothing else.