This is the freedom of the spirit,
Soaring to reach the unknown when,
In the course of measured responsibility, bands are broken;
Invisible, self-imposed obstacles shattered.
Whisper in my ear the truth of your own desires
They are there, in wait, in want.
Desperation feeds exuberance or solitude,
Could go either way –
Will you take the chance with me?
Will we find ourselves on the cusp of exhilaration, or be
Discovered plunging into a loveless silence?
I’d rather know than not.
(Image courtesy of Microsoft Office ClipArt)