Our, Us..We! Poem by Agatha Eliza

see..our spirits are too free

to be deported

by some rusty ships to

the somber harbours

of reality..



no one understands what

drives us;

have we gone mad? -are we

insane? !

not at all! ..the world's too

small to shelter

the sweetness of our childish,

everlasting game!



not long ago,

you've found me..

'it's no longer you or i..

it's us! ' i'll never forget

those kind words you said

to me..too many times!



we long for freedom of our

thinking, dreaming

dancing skyclad in the

night..

we're not just made of flesh

and bones..we're the

twined spirits wandering on

a sacred path revealed

by our pagan hearts!