Escape
Take my hand and together let's fly free.
Yield to the pull of the far off mountains
and to the salty smell of the cold sea.
Man made walls can't contain you and me,
this fake enclosure of faint fragile lines;
if I exhale the bricks will quiver and concede,
as you too can choose to freely surrender
and accept a filigree of pale shells as a gift,
give your consent to leave and just be.
Andy N
Mon 6th Jun 2011 08:05
nice stuff, Alison.. I agree with Francine with the first line too x