I don’t knoweth
If I can taketh it
To the level
That you
speaketh of
There is a wall
Around this fire
For a reason
My dearest
Nevertheless
It is true
I do feel
somewhat free
And I liketh
Very Much
Hearing the
Words from thee!
yes, I sing my songs wild and free
teachers and preachers bother me
And this wall of fire constraining thee
what is this thing you speak of poet
some vow made long ago
that holds no water in the now
save only the oath uttered low
one summer eve years ago
Fire does drive an engine, tis true
and I ask who art thou poet
guarding your bones by fire
better yet in pale dewy moon light
blinking fireflies shining bright
lighting up the darkest night
and taking wing for delight
The reason is the mystery, bard
hard fast rules listen true
I break them all as a rule
to me that's freedom wide
aways I lose some hide on my ride
PS last lines meant to rhyme only..
do not take heart!!