Canyon Moon

She dreamed of clouds and of mountains, 

blue skies and sunlit horizons.

But she was bound by low ceilings,

couch cushions, and locked doors.

She drew her worries on a page,

carefully crafting each ridge and ledge

that her feet missed crossing. 

The only place she could visit now

was in her mind where people walked freely

and in complete disregard of one another. 

But there she was,

hands touching colors and sounds

that didn't exist anymore.