Flying Free
There are
One thousand thousand prisons
In our world
Some with bars
And some
That defy explanation
When life is good and full
It seems so strange
And so unkind
That infirmity
Alights on a free spirit
Rendering them prisoner
Locking up
A dancer, gymnast or runner
In a fading body
And although love
Doesn’t alter
When it alteration finds
A prisoner of illness
Will know the score
Grieving for lost times
With life and loved ones
And sunny days gone by
This is why
There is a moment of perfection
When the spirit flies free
Returning whole and complete
To another place
And the joyful embrace
Of the eternal divine
The spirit of love