Frida
Can I free her, my Frida
to fly in the sky
to feel the wind’s breathe
to hear the wind’s sigh
to touch lofty mountains
all covered in snow
to explore many places
where men seldom go
to delve into depths
of wonder and bliss
to surrender completely
to love’s gentle kiss?
So radiant she dances
in moonlight and sun
blessed by the blessings
of her Holy One.
Her heart is an ocean
her body the earth
to nourish and nurture
the flame of her birth.
To reach up to heaven
to talk with the stars
to open herself up
to yielding to Mars.
In passion and joy and
in sensual delight,
expressing the essence
of her inner light.
I must free her my Frida
to open my heart
to stay there forever
and never depart?
To bathe in her halo
of body and soul
to breath in the mystery
of her divine whole.
To light up the light
of passion and pain
to dance in the sunlight
to dance in the rain
to be and to be
and to be and to be,
I’ll free her my Frida
for her and for me?
Copyright © David Furlong | Year Posted 2015
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