A prison for me
without the bars.
Inside my own heart,
with all of it's scars.
I cannot escape,
although I want to.
I'd run to your arms.
while the wind carried me
to your loving arms of safety.
I see no simple way out
of this one woman prison.
There are chains holding me,
but I still have my vision
of you and I alone on a hillside
and a field of sweet lilacs.
My vision of you
it always breaks through
the breeze gently hums a love song
that is glimmering with tones of you.
You reached right into my heart.
You found the real me not just some crazy girl
in several parts.
In fact you dared go one farther...
you attempted to fix the parts and place them together
into a lovely array.
Like a master tailor
you had your work cut out for you.
Stitching all of the hurt away
and getting poked by the needles of my words and temper at times.
But you never gave up.
You blew the wistful wind my way.
I feel your breath upon it today.
Please never let your wind stop crying for me
Please give me kisses in moonlit places.
And stroke me with your silken veils of rapture.
My love, set me free.