Resolution

Dreams that take off
Without the leash of fear
Without little hiccups of reason
Without the pillows of feigned detachment
Without the reserves of mental strength
Built for stillborns that are yet to be conceived

Like a dancer dancing
Not for her audience
Like the sound of a flute
In an open field
Like a brilliant bird
Against a brilliant Sun

Without any cushions of
Careful damage control
Without prayer, without pledge
Like a little boy flying his kite
In a crowded colorful sky

This year, and for each one
That comes later,
My dreams are going to be
Fearless men on horses
Without any armour.