Floating

My head is in the sky with those puffy white clouds of giddiness and
A foggy understanding of what is to come is all that inhabits my brain.
My skin is warmed by hot star energy and the smile pulling at the corners of my lips
Just waiting to get burned by the overwhelming twinkle of vintage music in my ears.
My feet are floating with the tips of the deep green grass blades
Stained by their last shadowy green death cries.
My legs buzz with impatience and the future movement
Locked in my soft summer drenched muscles. 
My eyelids glow orange against the sun
And I keep them closed against all the pointless responsibility.
Positivity gushes up through the ground
Out of the tips of the green leaves sleeping in the afternoon breeze.

My mind will some day have to crash back to earth, but today,
I'll just let it float up there with the clouds.