She melted out like scent
into the pale evening light
Her words drifting like
gossamer upon the breeze
Whispers of wishes yet to
be encountered; hopes yet
to be achieved in this maze
of life left open before her
A myriad of possibility to be
conquered; roses leaking such
crimson and fragrance as to be
overwhelming in their presence
But which path to take, which
of the several to bring that
most soothing of all...the
textured nuances of contentment
She could not bear it, could not
even think it...yet there it stood,
fixed and sturdy, like sentinels
they guarded against liberty
Her liberty, the freedom
she so desired; so many walls
built between the fences of
her south and the temptations
of her north
A mixture of loyalty and fear
A need for expansion
Yet she battled with the comfort
she felt in the arms of youthful bliss
The unfettered ignorance of childhood
So addicting in its thoroughness
So warm and comforting that in
it's grip one is loath to leave
But still the wings of enlightened
adventure called, and in the throes
of such irresistibility she could not
but rise above the charity of
safe harbors
By GJB aka Highland
Copyright GJB
All Rights Reserved
into the pale evening light
Her words drifting like
gossamer upon the breeze
Whispers of wishes yet to
be encountered; hopes yet
to be achieved in this maze
of life left open before her
A myriad of possibility to be
conquered; roses leaking such
crimson and fragrance as to be
overwhelming in their presence
But which path to take, which
of the several to bring that
most soothing of all...the
textured nuances of contentment
She could not bear it, could not
even think it...yet there it stood,
fixed and sturdy, like sentinels
they guarded against liberty
Her liberty, the freedom
she so desired; so many walls
built between the fences of
her south and the temptations
of her north
A mixture of loyalty and fear
A need for expansion
Yet she battled with the comfort
she felt in the arms of youthful bliss
The unfettered ignorance of childhood
So addicting in its thoroughness
So warm and comforting that in
it's grip one is loath to leave
But still the wings of enlightened
adventure called, and in the throes
of such irresistibility she could not
but rise above the charity of
safe harbors
By GJB aka Highland
Copyright GJB
All Rights Reserved
