Treasure Island

Simon Collins


Closer to true


If I could walk unclothed
to the gentle mountain stream
touching the bare earth
skin to skin it would seem
that with patient naked feet
I would reach salvation sweet
cupping my hands to drink
where lips and water meet
washing the loveless fears
stained by day to day
from my clouded inner spirit
and so drink the pain away
to then maybe sing aloud
or dance a jesters turn
to the morning birds melody
in that moment be atoned
with Christ like grace I'd give
and not let the learning stay
so I may call back my child
and let laughter light my way
to be a reborn nature boy
pure as a meadows hue
a simple human being
closer somehow to true

Submitted: Sunday, June 10, 2012

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