Songbird...

Songbird so free in the Sycamore tree

love is the heart of your song

sweetly touching the willowy winds

walking the fields where freedom belongs

can I touch your wing where blossom is blessed

always forever and free

yearning for laughter, blades of the Sun

touching the grace that burns inside me...

And I know where you go when the darkness is come

I see all the things that you see

and alone there we sit and dream of a love

songbird so free in the Sycamore tree...

Can I take you and hold you and make you all mine

for love is all we can be

and we'll shelter in daydreams that drift on the tides

songbird so free in the Sycamore tree...

things which came to mind
when I read your poem,
I have been able to
flesh out with imaginative
reality, wrestling your
dilemmas to the floor
and pinning them there
while the poetic referee
pounded the mat, shouting,
and counting to three,
the match is over now,
and you can be free

When Bablylon
conquered Jerusalem
they took everyone as slaves back Chaldea . Everyone except the
weak , the meek , and the Poet Freak .