For the life of the flesh is in the blood
The life of my flesh is in my blood
The life of my soul, in the blood of Another
The life of the rest of me... a mystery.
My flesh is a breath
My soul is secure
So what about the rest of me?
Like a palm swaying fearless in the breeze
I long to be rooted yet free
Free to be the lover I am
A lover of Wild, untamed land
A lover of colors outside the lines
A lover of Light, wherever it shines
(Written by me, without a care in the world about structure and "oughts" of "good writing/poetry." Written from the heart.)