Friday, January 7, 2011

Yellow Balloon.



Freedom came on a winter breeze
in a voice that whispered now you go
and blew me past the evergreen trees
and over bluffs of sparkling snow

Liberty then touched my hand
and guided me through unmarked trails
and past the glistening fields of sand
and over nature's dunes and hills

Unrestrained I escaped unblemished
a yellow balloon in a topaz sky
a worn out trinket no longer cherished?
No,  a lucky break and a chance to fly!

It matters not how my spirit lifts
and finds a way to reach the heaven
as long as freedom is the gift
and I accept the prize I'm given




1 comment:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Not everybody appreciates what it is to be free. How a balloon floats in the air and is unrestrained by the tether that once held it, its really pleasant to watch it go.
Nice lines.