Freedom of Thought and the Beast of Burdon

Freedom of Thought and the Beast of Burdon. Echoes of the past Resonate and reverberate Within the confines oi ones mind Like fallen leaves Swept up in a turbulent breeze From the forest of our mind Stirring our emotions Like temperamental waves Upon the ocean Restless perpetual Humour or intellectual Storms may rage Or peace may provale Like the pleasant tranquil summer Bejeweld valley and vale Profound Where freedom and sanctuary are found Moods transpire Out of the misty myer Some trapped stagnate In the frozen lake Other moods make the heart smile The caged bird set free to fly For a while And bring deliverance to ones Mind heart soul And wellbeing. Peter Dome©2019.