free

huddled,
for lack.
and closed up tight,
thus blinded
to the sweet harmony of 
THE MOMENT,
Fear conquers
the magic within,
turning your gold
to lead.




a tamed heart may never
wield the flame
of desire.

sheltered eyes
shall never touch the depths
of this soul.



and as I soar
with ashen wings of gold,
upon the silver winds of time,
i celebrate a beauty of a life untold.