WHERE I AM FREE
My freedom lies beyond
the cloud of unknowingness
beyond mists of time where
I disappear into olive groves
furling and unfurling in slow dawns
Here there are no gates
latches or rusty keys
nobody entices with tickets to a show or gala gifts, dark chocolate, apple orchards
Where I am free yellow butterflies
on red quilts are escaping memories
rooms filled with roses and ferns
silky scarves do not exist
promises evaporate like steam
Desires for dancing legs, warm marrow, wet kisses _________tears and scars are packaged
like data bits with grapevines
Angels appear only to take a peep
Where I am free I do not exist
there dwells what you seek
and what you seek is an
Illusion of Light which lives then
dies in milliseconds of
E C S T A C Y
To touch it is to orchestrate
melodies with
unknown instruments to
convey Creation’s glances
Where I am
F R E E
T O
B
E
©GhairoDanielsPoetry2014
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 4:23 AM UTC
WHERE I AM FREE
My freedom lies beyond
the cloud of unknowingness
beyond mists of time where
I disappear into olive groves
furling and unfurling in slow dawns
Here there are no gates
latches or rusty keys
nobody entices with tickets to a show or gala gifts, dark chocolate, apple orchards
Where I am free yellow butterflies
on red quilts are escaping memories
rooms filled with roses and ferns
silky scarves do not exist
promises evaporate like steam
Desires for dancing legs, warm marrow, wet kisses _________tears and scars are packaged
like data bits with grapevines
Angels appear only to take a peep
Where I am free I do not exist
there dwells what you seek
and what you seek is an
Illusion of Light which lives then
dies in milliseconds of
E C S T A C Y
To touch it is to orchestrate
melodies with
unknown instruments to
convey Creation’s glances
Where I am
F R E E
T O
B
E
©GhairoDanielsPoetry2014
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