I'll catch an eagle
Flying low,
Ride the sunshine
On the go -
Take a comet
Across the sky,
And listen to the wind
Cry its long goodbye -
I'm a soul
Not a thing,
Born to live
And bound to sing -
Free is
The spirit moving along,
Living life's poetry
With words waiting to be sung -
Free are
The clouds above,
Floating in
The deep blue of love -
Only a spirit
Soars that way,
Only a heart free
Hears these words I say -
Only a wonderful soul could write a fantastic poem like this. Very enjoyable poem, extremely well written.
great poem with a great flow. freedom we all should have. great write.
Smoky, what can I say-this wonderful poetry truly took my breath away! Constance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning as always Smoky. A trip you always take the reader. Peace. Craig