Freedom
To the bird on the horizon, a far-off shape at sea:
Could I ever soar to you? Would you ever fly to me?
What pathways would we follow then, if such a thing could be
That somewhere we could meet and fly beyond uncertain seas?
To the bird on the horizon, a far-off shape at sea:
All birds must obey the wind, but every one is free.
If you can solve the riddle of how such a thing could be
Then somehow we could meet and fly beyond uncertain seas.
We all must choose the winds we ride, although the end’s unseen
And sail into those futures, no matter what has been
And if some time we meet and fly beyond uncertain seas
Then we will have transcended this horizon and its breeze.
Once, a love poem – at a distance – knowing that the distance would probably never be closed. It wasn’t.
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