You are beautiful
Like the glimmer of starlight
Even in your loss
You search for prairie flowers
In the middle of the wild seas
Your hair a mess
Tangled in the rocky sands of misery
with blue eyes wandering beyond the horizon that we know
Making my heart ponder what is free and what is truly broken
Now you are anchored in a heartache
continents from where you were meant to be
unyielding to the sting
of every memory
you hold on tight
unable to let go
as caged as a canary
that knows all he can surely know.
I don’t want to be the boat
I long to be the sea
Touching land from end to end
A reach as vast as grains of sand
I don’t want to be the anchor
I long to be the sail
Riding winds like wings true journey
Above the dangers of dry land
I don’t want to be the bird
I long to be the sky
Touching the heavens and reaching stars
An endless bounty of openness
I don’t want to be the child
I long to be the mother
Witnessing future's gleaming smile
Holding eternity within my arms
freedom's truest embrace.
Come join us over at the Sunday Muse for Muse #167. We would love to see you there!
