Free by Mary Carolyn Davies
It’s Friday, and Fridays usually make me feel free.
Free
By Mary Carolyn Davies
Over and over
I tell the sky:
I am free—I!
Over and over I tell the sea:
—I am free!
Over and over I tell my lover
I am free, free!
Over and over.
But when the night comes black and cold,
I who am young, with fear grow old;
And I know, when the world is clear of sound,
I am bound—bound.
Current Tea: (iced) plum passion (cinnamon and plums)
