Sometimes

I want to let my

hair go,

and run barefoot

through the streets.

Sometimes

I feel like bursting

with laughter

on an overcrowded

peak-hour train,

or gently weep

at the library 

entrance.

There are days

when I twirl

my umbrella in my hands,

skip instead of walk,

smile when

everyone else is frowning.

There are moments

in time

when I will sing

at the top of my lungs -

the name of my lover,

and of ancient truths.

I will sail a paper boat

in the ocean,

I will kiss violets,

and let ribbons fly in the wind.

I hope

I will be remembered for my love.