American Spirit, originally uploaded by Marita Cosma.

Listening, you see.
Looking for, you get lost.
Without seeking, you find.

You give yourself useless wings
and colored dreams, waiting
for your own life, looking for
a place, for your flights.

Ingenuous flights of your mind,
spontaneous gestures of your heart,
honest eyes in front of your life,
friends never had that you have met again.

It happens that you change.

The bay calls.
Friendship warms you up,
growing you stronger.

A hand colors
in silver and purple
your injury. It’s Red and Blue
the match that wounded you.

That color that,
from the canvas,
falls in the air, is
flying with the rain
toward the bay.