I release these scattered thoughts To soar: reflection begins And I ponder things forgotten; so swift On down wings that never bend To this wind freed and then caught. We cannot lose when we start Walking heads bowed: and we dare When we speak our truth; in delirium Raising sun-kissed palms to air Festive though we oft did part. I surrender this moment To breathe: my freedom so deep As I wander in solitude; musing On promises I must keep And time too often misspent. I invite you my dear friend Linger: no longer in dark Shadows once enveloping; sweeter now To stroll beneath where this parks Vines intertwine us again.
Steven Anthony Barnett Copyright 2001 Steven Barnett
