The window of my soul opened,
And out flew my poem -
It was a wild thing
I'd foolishly tried to cage -
Thought I could tame it
And make it just like me,
But after awhile
I came to find
(like myself)
It just could not be held
Within the narrow confines of a mere mind -
It had to fly
And feel the freedom
Of living beyond stifled breaths
And muted thoughts -
Filled with expression
Of prescient dreams and timeless hopes,
Onward it ever goes
Flowing and free
Singing it's song of joy,
Across the endless skies of living...
I do not write it... It rights me.
A definite 10! I love it! Brings peace to my own soul to read it-
Great poem Smoky I particularly like the last line and the play on words. Good job.
How lovely - the window of my soul opened and out flew my poem, priceless. Just wonderful Smoky, love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is deep enough to drown in.. and be glad of it. :)