Unbound

UNBOUND

(Nymphs)

the walls are closing in.....

I can feel them all around....

afraid to look up ~

sure don't wanna look down.

If ~

I look to the sides....

I only see frames....

of love that was once.....

fluid with gain.

But it's over now....

the calls been made ~

The bell toll so quickly.....

for the sun .....

turned to shade.

And the clouds thundered in......

raging through this soul ~

So long ago.....I tried to hold....

To this dream I've always had.......

this dream of love so deep ~

but dreams are just fleeting nymphs.....

that you can never keep ~

The moment you capture them....

they begin to manifest.....

all the earthly characters....

in souls of unrest.

Souls must be free.....

~ thus the beauty of the nymphs ~

For they know no earthly cares....

~ only drift, on sweet bliss ~

I shall return to the garden.....

where I once found....

the beauty of the nymph....

the being....

of the unbound ~

(for there I shall be free.....

uncaptured by this frame.....

of life in the flesh....

the snare ~ to pain. )

*Note ~ this poem was written during a time of broken-ness and wayward searching for love.....it is included, because it is part of my journey, one that has been jaded, clouded, shrouded but always, ever always illuminated by the never failing Love of my Father ~ Abba ♥♥J'

11/11/2000 8pm

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