FREE AT LAST

FREE AT LAST

I am free at last,

My spirit rushes through me,

Like whistling wisps of air,

Swirling through the trees.

And as I leave the earth,

Spiraling so high,

I reach out to touch the sky.

As I blend into a windy world,

Brushed with blue-lit hues,

The timeless winds, rush to me,

To breeze my fears away.

And I find to my surprise,

My spirit’s restless wanderings,

Like a windstorm running through me.

Until, at last it gathers force,

Like a rolling thunder moves,

The heavens to explode,

Into electric rhythms,

Beating in mid-air.