Like a Bird on the Wind

November 15, 2012

I want to be free like the wind Free to come and go as I please To soar high with the wings of a bird Above all the mess The wind calls to me Delicately whispering my name As I sit high atop my perch Staring up at the birds They swoop and dive Riding the wind To where they go I know not But this I do know: I wish to follow I, unlike the bird, have no wings Trapped on this earth we hold so dear Doomed to wallow in the mud I do not belong The wind ruffles my hair As a mother would do to her child I close my eyes and smile Basking in her tender care One bird cries aloud Begging me to follow But I know I cannot Or can I? The wind in my hair I make my stand Spreading my arms Ready to set sail I jump My soul soaring with the birds As I fly for the first and last time I am finally home

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