Lifting flute he plays her a tune and her spirit dances inside.
Outside she is chained, tethered.
I slip into my fairy wings and dance quietly down the path behind her.
Slowly she turns to take notice, tangled in her tether.
The winds lift my wings, the sun sparkles my feathers.
I am soaring on his music now.
She lifts her chubby wings and tilts and glides with me.
Forgetting the rope, the chain,
we know only freedom in this moment.
Sarah Priestess
Friday, October 3, 2008
Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia
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