Wild My Hands

02 Apr


O’, ye gods, wild my hands;
lift my voice up to the stars
that I may sing a song high,
my hands caressing the air,
that I may flail about freely,
and gaily, for arriving Spring;
let me dance my way, joyous,
as Summer comes soon after,
and with a smile on my lips,
let me kiss the morning sun;
‘ere shed my woes of Winter,
and feast on the breath of day,
now with Earth as companion,
my soul has found new solace.

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Posted by on April 2, 2016 in My Poetry



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