Tuesday, 31 May 2011


Drifting, as a feather on the wind
at the mercy of elements
captured by freedoms grasp
~ to roam far

Lost souls smile through eyes of delight
whose direction is claimed
by flights of fancy
~ living on a whim

Loneliness strikes with a blade deep
to awaken the core
back to life’s reality
~ eyes open to truth

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe