Let It Fly

Something is flying out from the heart now.

A whisper turned to wind.

A silence ready to sing.

You have held it long enough.

The thing you could not quite name,

but always knew was there.

A message.

A magic.

A mission.

There is no rush,

but there is rhythm.

Let it fly.

Let it echo.

Let it become the wave you came here to make.