Liberation

It was once that the birds flew with me

In perfect rhythm of the rising tide

Guided by the golden sun, 

A flock in sunrise.

The pale wind tasted pink and steadfast

On our liberated tongues;

Who had heavenly power in open bounty 

Had soared among

Us with a shepherding hand;

No longer will my scorched eye

Hold flames to the unyielding sun,

But with my Shepherd heed to eternity fly.

Author's Note

Breathe the words...

Reviews

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Ah, i see such a beautiful picture here, and the one you chose does do it some justice, but not in the same way that my mind makes it. "But with my Shepherd heed to eternity fly."- that by far is a talented line. I can feel the freedom all over this poem hayley! "No longer will my scorched eye Hold flames to the unyielding sun, But with my Sepherd heed to eternity fly"- it's almost like you don't care anymore that the sun is hard to look at, or that pain still exists; you are free all the same. Sometimes when we make choices like this in life, we have to look out for ourselves and forget the rest for awhile. Great write!

[Chris]

The first stanza is a unique standalone poem...

Chris

[Arthur Henn]

Wonderful - Especially your last stanza - That could be a poem itself Hayley.

Keep writing - Never Stop...