[Soaring Feather]

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

[Rhyminsimon]

Ha ha ha!
You make me laugh
When so
on the mark
you hit

I don’t knoweth
If I can taketh it
To the level
That you
speaketh of

There is a wall
Around this fire
For a reason
My dearest

Nevertheless
It is true
I do feel
somewhat free

And I liketh
Very Much
Hearing the
Words from thee!