I saw them fly,
As free as my spirit.
Saw them glide,
Like nothing on earth
Brought them more joy.
And I knew then:
As long as they were in the sky;
As long as they still fly,
My heart will not be enchained;
My soul not anchored.
For it will be with the birds.
Spreading it's wings;
Following the flock
–Or better yet–
Leaving it behind.
Following it's own path–
Wherever the wind may take it.
October 2017
YOU ARE READING
From My Heart
PoetryA collection of poetry Some humorous, some sad and some joyful, but always from the heart. "One day a little mouse Got tired of living in my house Tired of staying on the ground In reach of vicious hounds So out it set upon it's qu...
