Saturday, October 23, 2010

The Sun

I am meant to stride the world
You can't convince me otherwise
With mountain cliffs to be my feet
And shining stars to be my eyes

I am meant to touch the waves
From east to west my arms will reach
My left hand holds the Orient
My right the Occidental beach

I am meant to feel the sky
And through it I will surely run
No human rope is strong enough
To tie to ground the rising sun

I am meant to be the wind
That thunders loudly through the air
The frozen night will be my voice
The fuchsia sky will be my hair

I am meant to sing for joy
And radiate for my heart's sake
Those who try to block my way
Will only stumble in my wake

5 comments:

morgan. said...

this is beautiful... thanks for sharing.

Selina Kingston said...

That's the spirit - go for it!

secret agent woman said...

That's lovely and it sounds like you are back in a good frame of mind.

laura b. said...

I love poetry. And that is awesome!!!

nadh said...

You write it very beautiful.=)