Heavenly Meadows

long to run free in the sunlit meadow long to be free of the bounds of shadow seemingly drifting,in a wakeless world constant spinning,in a twisting whirl long do i to see the golden hues the brilliant sparkles like the morning dew long do i wish to feel the warmth of a breeze like a swish of a wing to put myself at ease long do i travel in this endless journey the inward pathways,of formless searching moments of rest,are at best,momentary collecting thoughts,which i bought,in solitary a prisoner,yet cage less,chain less,relentless, are the keepers of keys of shadow,torment yet,enduring the pain,so to gain,my passport to the sunlit meadow of my mind.