...My heart is,
As I sit here and wait
In my mind.
Playing the scene
Again and again
From our dream...
Of when I
Walked on a cloud
And entered
your gate
Through the swinging gate
I take my flight without
thought of
constraining folk
or reining in a spirit free
oh air of freedom sing to me
in early morn or dusks dim light
shed the scales binding thee
Let poetry sing...
far wide and filled with glee
Sing your song poet
you are free