Oh for the longing that controls my soul if it could but grow wings and fly
Free me, I say
From the song of love that beckons my heart
The call that harkens unto the moon’s tears or of the dying light of a fading star
Free me, I say
If only for the day and bring back on the morrow
Least I should know but one day of freedom
To breath a breathe without a pull upon my heart
Free me, I say
Loose me from the chains that sink endlessly in a sea of dreams
Allow me to fade like the dew upon the heather
Turn me to stone so I may feel no more…..
Free me…. I say
Ah, P....one to have the reader sighing out loud. It is wonderful to see your erudite pen touching these pages, and your readers' hearts, again. t x
An capturing and eloquent poem Patricia! ! A pleasure indeed to read! ! *10*! ! Best regards! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A plight we've all experienced at one time or another! But what is freedom....and from what? Would we recognize it....if perhaps we found it? A poignant composition my friend.