Healing Holistix

Freedom

Come, my friend, let you and I
Make fast from here
For I am sick.
The milk of human kindness cannot blend
With acid from the tongues of those who cannot dream.

Come, my friend, there’s hope for us
Beyond some barrier
Which we must cross.
False wisdom, ways, are not for us
Let them stagnate in their own foolishness.

Those who can give away their self deception
And follow, would find.
For beneath stars, in silence is found peace,
Not in the hurtful sounds of daily mayhem.

When nature gives vent to surplus energy
I find peace.
In the howling wind , the stinging rain,
Do I find freedom.

I think this may be my favorite one of your poems Micheal. When did you write this....I'll bet Lynn will love it too (ref: Dylan Thomas)

You're right linny, I love it! Thanks Michael.

Makes me think back to Tony who died a few months ago, We travelled together for about 10 years.