…it aches to be feee

My soul is ever restless
longing to journey
to somewhere
longing to drift and soar
like lost sighs
on the wings of a breeze

longing to be blushing
and glowing
like the petals of spring
aching to be free
longing to float with my wishes
trailing sweet fragrance
in our wake

longing to be feathered
with flames
burning with desire
as the leaves of autumn
longing to throw myself
quivering
upon the cold wind

longing to dance
in joyful abandon
abandoning
the shadows of me
for my soul
it aches to be free
like a boat untethered
and floating free
upon a beautiful sea
© Ann Bagnall 
2015