Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Unspoken

This day is for living
For being free
With thoughts, feelings, words

For being wild
Feeling my very nature
As creation intended

Not for work
Or for play
But for running

Through fields
Over streams
With blood coursing

With my mind racing
Inside I am not here
I am far away

Under the palms
Along the river
Racing against my own heart

I’m tired of whispers
Today I will say it loudly
For all of those that can’t

And all will hear me………..