Free-ward
gather my
thoughts as
wildflowers
pluck my
enchained body from
the
cement sunk post of routine
lift me,
pull me,
free
into the
stream of you
your
invisible, irresistible,
gutsy,
galleon force
grasp
me
hard
flow
me
fast
to you
carried
on your current
borne
away - away
from the
endless ring of type-
casting
each
laundry list of latent laments
to the
whirling winds of
change
~
