set me free

the wind behind me
the sea below
a rock to hold me

from what, I thought
the wind, so cold to my flesh
yet so warm in my mind

the sea
so wet to my skin
yet so warm in my heart

maybe my rock holds
my mind
in some deep crevasse

waiting to be
whisked across
the sea

can my flesh
follow my mind
to the sea

maybe the wind
can make me a sail
and transport

my flesh... my soul
somewhere my mind and my heart
has dreamed to be


1 comment:

JP/deb said...

This is a wonderful poem in both form and content ... I love the different ways it can be read :)


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I am an apprentice writer of short stories and I also attempt a little poetry.