I LONG TO TOUCH HIS FACE

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I see him in my mind’s eye.

He is dead, and so am I.

He floats alone in the ocean.

I have taken the dark potion.

His body slowly drifts near,

A countenance without fear.

I long to touch his face,

Not of the human race.

My spirit glides free.

And soon, so shall he.

SIREN’S CALL

The sparkle of the depths below

Tempts me more than you can know.

Are you beneath the sea?

I need you here with me.

Time has slowed to a stop.

A fin hits the water with a plop.

A flash of an arm beckons me.

A siren’s call freezes me.

I bend closer to the water’s edge.

Ready to make my lover a pledge.

I find myself falling into the cold.

I am soon lost in his tight hold.

I close my eyes and give up my fight.

For I’m free to roam the earth tonight.

IT IS TIME TO FLY

It is time, my friends, I sigh.

To spread my wings and learn to fly.

My heart is heavy, but my spirit soars high.

I seek a proper way to say goodbye.

Life has become a selfish way to be.

There is no ‘we’ but only the greedy ‘me.’

The world has lost its appeal to me.

I need to escape and learn to fly free.

Mother Nature will guide my journey.

As the birds follow the land & the sea.

So too, I will take the next step I see.

A hesitant but vital step to being free.

I close my eyes and touch the sky.

My body rises above the tallest tree.

As the puffy clouds make room for me.

The birds circle me as I fly free.

FLY HIGH

Fly HIgh

What does it feel like to fly,

Rising to meet the blue sky?

Soaring to a new height.

A bird’s exclusive right.

Alone and soaring high,

Nary a cloud in the sky.

Take me along with you, please.

What can I do to appease?

The wind will ruffle my feathers.

I will fly without any tethers. 

I will fly over the land

To the tune of a marching band.

I AM FREE

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Floating in the dark of night

After the birds take flight.

Out in the sea, I drift alone,

Where no one else dares to roam.

Tears fall upon my face

As they step up their pace.

Flooded with grief and despair.

I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.

I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.

He’s walked out of the proverbial door.

I am free to drift with the night or

Visit the depths of the ocean floor.

No one searches for me.

I take a step, I’m free.