Someday this summer
I will cross through a mist
Gravity will release my burdens
And I will float, just for a second
Just enough to make it through the rainbow
The spectrum of color for the chosen ones
The vision of the unlikely

It's the country of the lost
On that side of the rain
The land flows with milk and honey
Promises are unspoken 
And the unwanted drink freedom wine
From grape vines large and plentiful
There will be room for me there

-	R.R. Tavárez 

*Photo by Delaney Boyd.