With Total Abandonment.
Updated on March 15, 2010
My winged soul
strains against
the chains of
my own making,
and the locks
of society,
struggling to
burst free,
and flee,
to the heavens
of another place,
beyond the storms
of doubt,
where the sun
shines bright across
pristine beaches,
and the wind sings
only our song.
So much of our lives
are bound by ties
to the labor to survive
precious hours, days,
weeks, months years
apart from each other
in flesh but not in spirit
often I wing in the
mist of daydreams
to your side
yet it is not the flesh
one cannot kiss a dream
but it will suffice
when my wings are
folded over a desk
shuffling drudgery
and counting the hours
till I can be folded into
your arms.
©-MFB III