Deep in wonder

Deep in wonder

As a swallow dives

Ponder if you will

The splendour

The measured fall

But there is no free wheeling

Birds are slaves

To their nature

They fly

To live

Until they die

There is romance

To be had

In an empty sky

It is a picture

Already painted

With the mind

As the eye

Freedom wields an artist’s

Brush

With every stroke

The choice

Of composition is reduced

Take care

To let wild thoughts

Wander

Far and wide

This will be as free

As you can be

Believe me

Wings are clipped

For safety

Lest you drift too far

From the comfort

Of abstraction and stray

Into a stranger’s nightmare.

This is not a lullaby

Do not cry

For happy endings

Close your eyes

Paint a picture

Fill the space with

Colour and believe

In the freedom

Of simplicity

When in a dream

You are a bird

And for a moment

You can fly.