Imagine Being Free Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Imagine Being Free
Dreams whisper through the breeze
The ocean sings with the sun
Trees dancing recklessly
A teasing no one carries out
The moon is never aware
The sky is full of fear
The stars shine bright tonight
They make a promise in silence
I lose my way so I look up
And no matter where they still sparkle
Dazzling, dancing stuck in place
Sway like no ones watching
Tiptoe down the open road
Let the leaves wrap around my soul
An old couple on a bench
See through my eyes to a hopeful place
The eagle soars beside me now
Like a rainbow in a cloud
Releasing the grace within
No looking back now this can’t stay
Just waiting for this wish to end
Desire is what makes me sing
The chance to capture passion
Now’s the time to seize your dream
Before reality comes crashing
Lies from behind the doors
Always locked and hidden
Carefully protecting souls
But much is left to see
There’s too much to believe
Yet so much to set free
Please set me free
Longing to fly across the sea
Pleading to run fast and wildly
Crying to scream at the top of my lungs
Breathing to stay forever young
Dropped my music box
The beauty all rusted up
Myself caught in mangled thoughts
Not sure how to let it go
Not sure if I even understand the loss
Or the meaning
The message of its sentiment
Go on, move one nothing’s forever
Even my memories get lost with time
And though I wish for an everlasting kiss
Time won’t wait for me
And time doesn’t care
So I will let myself be alive
Set my inner beauty free
Goodbye to the last of maddening screams
Goodbye to the last of me
Sprung reflexions, abrupt rhythms. Imagine - indeed, know: 'This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, patch, matchwood, immortal diamond, Is immortal diamond' (G.M. Hopkins) .
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1/18/2026 5:43:47 AM # 1.0.0
I wrote in one comment that FREEDOM was your central theme, that is, being free, acting out of freedom. Here is a poem written (I think I saw the year was 2008) when you were still dreaming about it, preparing yourself for it. What a precious document: you can see your future in that distant moment of the past. Well, eight years may NOT be that distant, but psychologically it marks a turning point: I see these three lines as being your commitment to LYRIC POETRY: TIME DOESN'T WAIT FOR ME/TIME DOESN'T CARE/SO I WILL LET MYSELF BE FREE. That moment is so important when you consciously choose the nature of your life. Not everyone does that: some do wait for time to push them, and as you realized, time is unreliable. So you pushed yourself into the World of Experience.