Ones Thought
Ones Thought
To follow ones thought in the swallow ,
When sorrowful leaves hang low .
To scatter delight like the sparrow ,
And banish all night and woe .
To enter the storms of winter ,
And cower back clouds with song .
To flower like spring in her power ,
When hours of rain seem long .
To walk to a wood that is calling ,
To edge through a hedge where it bids .
To push back the leaves of old bushes .
Find there a shrine that was hid .
To see through the house of ones being ,
With eyes as bright as the moon .
To hear with no reason of fleeing ,
The cheerful chime of its tune .
To open the door of ones knowing ,
For to fear not the hero inside .
To flow like a free wind flowing .
Never a true thing hide .
To fashion a friendship with gladness ,
To sire a love that inspires .
To raise over rivers of madness ,
White wings of unfailing desires .
To stream up the height of ones dreaming ,
To soar out of touch with all seeming .
To live a world challenger true .
Then stray not a day from this daring ,
That flight is the light called you .
Copyright susan martin (2009)
Copyright © Susan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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