To all the free spirits I've crossed a path or two with:-)
Blessed be is the free spirit who comes to visit me
I have known one or maybe it’s twenty-three
I can hardly count them now, as they must flock out to their sea
One should never confine a creature ever longing to be free
They come in all forms of celestial shapes and intensities
A conglomerate of configurations and immensities
Sometimes they are untouched and completely anew
Sometimes they are soiled and utterly askew
Regardless, their wisdoms lead them through
Their path cannot become artificial or all that easy to read
- Cold and lonely, often I watch them bleed
- My heart aches by which I can see
- You shant deny them their staunch complexity
- Brimming with perception and boundless conception
- Touching others without ill intention
- My heart rejoices by which I can see
- You shant deny them their inherent glee
Such a curious kind indeed, barely capable of every day formalities
It can be painful and exhausting to endure such basic pleasantries
There must be more substance to this counterfeit suburban hell?
Where is the authenticity and magical spell?
I cannot answer for what they are sent here to master
Cannot be found in pavement and plaster
Cannot be construed from tangible hereafter
Cannot be broken down even within unabashed laughter
So with this evidence I travel along side
Kindred souls who I know can hear my cries
A unified reaction to all that is lost
Battling regimented chaos at any cost
Whether thoughtfully withdrawn or carefully exposed
I hesitate to put a label unto an entity so naturally composed
Only admire in wonderment as she lights up the night
Or at his ability to thrive in his transient flight
I do not claim I can understand what they are
But they some how know exactly what I am - even from afar
For this I am selflessly loyal and grateful
Blessed be is the free spirit that touches my soul
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