In the Reverse

Under a feather swept sky,

I said a prayer

And set it free;

My unborn longings,

That took shape but never came to be.

From a distance I seek

harmony , a new perspective;

I seek boundaries ,

To tether my unbounded soul.

Endings never truly end ;

Seeks reprieve, begins anew.

Somewhere in the spectrum,

Between space and time,

Futile energy flows .

Give me the strums of a guitar ,

I seek the song of every man .

The green mountains to lay my back on ,

And above , a feather swept sky to gaze on .

Maybe then I shall be , just a wee bit alright!

The insane fire leaping inside,

May then sensually desires to die.