by Darren James Clayton

Created on: October 14, 2008

To be free

I long to see

The swiftest falcon,

Gliding against a brilliant

Blue sky,

In pursuit of it's prey.

I long to hear

The stirring sea

It's great hands,

Clawing the unsuspecting shore.

I long to smell

The young Spring meadow,

It's dewy grass

Drying in the morning sun.

I long to feel

A warm stormy rain

Trickling down my

Exposed face.

It's thunder awakening

My spirit.

I long to hear

Nothing...

No cries, no pain,

No responsibility.

Without the machines

Of society.

I long to stare

Into the blackness at twilight,

Seeing nothing but

The fidgeting trees,

And the sleeping stars

Above.

I long to fly

Over darkened clouds,

Catching the rays of

The Sun,

With welcoming arms.

I long to witness

The birth of life,

It's roar penetrating my shell

And it's frozen breath

Tearing at my lungs.

I long to swim, to dive

In the deepest rivers

And the purest streams.

Feeling nothing but it's

Faceless body

Caressing my

Naked skin.

I long to run,

Hand in hand with nature.

Her sweet essence

Flooding my senses.

Running, and never looking back.

I long to escape

The monotonies of life,

Of regulation,

Of restriction.

I long to be free.

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