golden warmth flows
glittering crystals receive
shimmering waves dance
rising into the sky
gliding twists and turns
effortlessly to go
air does ruffle through
longing to be free
fluff on gentle breeze
from the sky descends
moves upon the airs
to where ere it may be
flowing onward downward
flight unbound be
swooping lightly turning
ere it may flow
flowing freely onward
yet by walls constrained
seeking ever freedom
where unto be
flow onto the freedom
endless choices before
free from all constrictions
still continues on
sharpness does the air fill
with ionic tang
calling ever onward
to a place to find
fills the breeze with crying
to the heart does call
longing ever aching
for that unknown
tar and oak a creaking
on the rising swells
currents pulling outward
straining to be free
thunder calls me onward
fabric fills the air
chains rattle loudly
bindings do break free
far away does call me
to the place I seek
to find a new tomorrow
and the place I’ll be
There's an ecstatic movement
There's an ecstatic movement throughout this poem, as if chains are falling from some place deep within. Your agile use of natural images tells the story of inner longing, searching and triumph with a vibrancy that can be seen clearly in the mind's eye. A stunning journey.
Thank you
Thank you