A Quickie For Two

Agile feelings all alone Fragile living on my own Fickle fingers typing thought Meaning, depth and insight sought Drowning sorrows, quicksand driven Floating promise slowly risen Words contained, but yearn to fly Caged, the birds in my mind’s eye Burn the rust within this soul Combust with freedom, make me whole Transform this canvas, recreate Brand the keeper of this gate As art well sculpted by brain power Planted seeds that sprout to flower And nurtured by an inner voice Where roots grow deeper, fed by choice