Do you ever feel free?
No, I mean, really free.
Like the eagle soaring high above his aeyre,
or the sandpiper dancing on a deserted shore?
Or free like the wind must feel
whistling around the snow-mantled mountains
or the waves must feel
crashing on the sandy island shores?
Or free! Like the stars are,
whirling high above this point of dust,
into infinite space.
Or free like you felt when you were three
and that butterfly so briefly led you astray?