Drink to Freedom

Fleeting fancies of lucid dreams
hang on the edge, torn at the seams.
Drink up my love, it's all for you.
It'll only poison if you want it to.
And with but a wish you'll stop my heart.
Leave it now to fall apart,
and unravel in my mind,
leaving you to fall behind.
But one day you'll return to me,
Drink again and set me free.

11.15.06

Author's Note

Any suggestions for a better title would be greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[Louise browne]

I think the title suits it perfectly.
This is my faverote one of your poems!