Free

In the arms of a banyan tree

Reclined a boy with eyes wide as the sea

Brightly glowing to capture

Words, ideas, numbers...

And sometimes the leaves would lovingly caress

The twisted waves of his midnight hair

Oh how the boy would laugh with glee

To pick up on the clever twists of tongue

Employed by clever writers

And smile triumphantly to find the answers

That for long he bent over

Painting sweet furrows onto a wise forehead

His breath that caught to notice the surrounding beauty

Served as prayer more profound than any

Found in the sacred Church

It was in the arms of a banyan tree

That from the world the boy could flee

Setting his thoughts

Free, free, free...

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

your writing has me enchanted , mesmerized ..such detail and depth while seeming effortless.. you have quite the talent..this one gets saved also..ty Laury