Charging Fowl

this middle

but not mild

excuses me to escape to the wild

for I'm only a child

field

free

rushing, charging

fowl

guns locked away

the child who runs is enough

to startle

to the river

fish over hither

rocks into the water

ripples of my laughter

what would I be without

Freedom?

Cooped with all the caged fowl?

no-- I desire to howl!

if this is me

where art thee?

tonight I will set thee free.

Torch or Scorch

I see shapes in the darkness

Good of likeness

They consume my dreams

They become my dreams

Never hunted

Games of chase

Don't be daunted

Pick up the pace

Laugh through the lucid

If only you viewed

it

Representations

Symbolism

Fanaticism

Purpose stations

I feel my way

Light as a feather

Crying for you to wake up

To the red Sun Rise

The darkness waits

For you to forget

The Torch

Ready to Scorch

Devotion

I saw your happiness today

Your joy

Your love

Truest love

Pure magic

If only I could

Tell you

Perhaps you've journeyed

There

Already?

But have you seen it,

The way I see it?

It's so real

The journey will

Liberate

And tie down

The only good kind of

Containment

Devotion.