pantor of the Oaks

The Bridge To Freedom - Poem by pantor of the Oaks

Sometimes when we turn the faucet tight enough
the water actually stops dripping
Is it that we are too busy trying to satisfy
yesterdays unfinished business

Is it that we are really afraid that when we do
the quiet vacuum of silence will arrive
Once more the voices resume their normal routine
reminding us of the skeletons buried without memorial

Truth has no walls that can tie it down
Even its essence entrails a peaceful tide
The truth holds the water as well as the fire
it breathes the air and pets the earth

Truth in I can now dance with the wind
for the walls no longer stop the breeze
A bitter batter platter of matter
titter tater fatter from sadder

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 5, 2011

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