Scales that Balance

Scales that balance ... a trade, a gain, a loss
servitude flows across the stream to reciprocate independence
the artery and boulevard clear in all directions
contingency, prospect, tranquility, vision
Airborne without wings ascending, gliding, then soaring
my eyes open
Windows we peer through change with seasons while the tree remains
the colors of the forest are countless
Set free alone, emancipated to roam
.. my heart quickens
.. the air invigorates
.. my skin is aware of stimulus as never before

My mind is clear, my thoughts sharpened

elation is brisk, yet fading
Turning to share my sense of freedom,
I find no one there
Scales that balance ... a trade, a gain, a loss