Freedom of the Soul

I wish I could go where I could be free
Where sun-kissed earth warms my feet
Where fire flies dazzle in twilit eves
And the silver moon me company keeps.

I wish I could go forth from these icy chills
To meander among cascading hills
Bedaubed with green and colorful frills
Of scented blooms and happy daffodils.

I wish I could go where the heart can soar
And beat in harmony to the rhythm of the oar
Keeping with the current from the ocean floor
In a boat that takes me to that distant shore.

I think I may find

In the stillness of the night

When the day's curtain falls

And all action subsides

The rhythm of that harmony

That plays within my heart

But into silence withdraws

When dawn's golden light

Signals to the cacophonous beats

Of bustling humanity upon the clock

Marking its time, inch by inch

Hour by hour, until rest returns

To the leaden body and weary mind

Like the pale and silver orb

That gently strews its sheen

Softly spreads the peace

Upon the spirit deep.