Saturday, October 27, 2012

October 27, 2012

The sky shifting,
Shapes, colors,
Tints transmuting the landscape as I ponder the world outside
Minute by minute, hour by hour the eye sees...
Life passing through the dullness of the late afternoon
The slavery of the soul prolonged over the clock…

Freedom! Who would lay it before my feet—before the small death of my every day?

A life of pondering and wonderment ensues behind the tinted windows
How my soul longs to be free,
To ride with the wind that scatter goldenrod days outside
Free from the slavery of survival
To follow my own star and my own inner compass.

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