I am up in th morning... alone.... and
I feel so strange. These have been
days of change. Lights and movement
so fond, yet far. Only once the severity
of the cry... was possible. I try I almost
always to give what my heart knows it the
best. This love for life, this angel of my own,
is in my heart, giving breath to my body and
an archway into a world divine. Hope and love
is a shining interface with the beauty of day and
the picture of night. Just once and only once will
I see the way to go towards a life of giving love and
humility. I cry about these things and love, love, love always.
..... this is the day I will be... the day I will be free
Sarah Sisson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-i-will-be-free/
