Lisa WalkerFree VerseJune.13/07
Block 3
Freedom
The sun sets—
The hunt is on
You catch her scent
But she is already gone.
You continue to search
For what is not yours
It is a lost cause—
Yet you continue to hope.
You are drawn to her by nature
A moth to a flame
You cannot deny her—
Yet you only bring her pain.
She has spread her wings—
Flown away
Before you can clip her down
And claim her as your own.
She is with the sea now—
Untouched by all
As free as the birds—
That skim the salty waves.
She is finally at peace—
Free as she has longed to be
Entwined with the man who stole her heart—
The one who finally set her free.