Freedom
Two lovers dressed in moonlight,
Dancing through the sky;
The clouds the mystic dance floor,
Oblivious to the universal lie.
No mortal laws can touch them,
Their love is true unbound;
Manipulation is their game,
Wingtips scaling snow touched ground.
The wind whipping across their skin,
Silver hair undone;
Smiles gracing crimson lips,
With love that they had won.
They belonged to each their own,
Wrapped in their own light;
High above the human world,
Engaged in their unique on flight.
Everything they saw was theirs,
And all was in their power;
All was possible and done,
They owned every dark moonlit hour.
Copyright © Arrica Wynn | Year Posted 2005
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