Lorna

Delightful Disconnect

I don\'t want 

To touch the ground

Or to be shackled

To things found

Where hearts can\'t fly

And souls do die

Bereft of air

 

Don\'t take me there

 

Just let me roam

The fields of time

The living feast

Of bells that chime

Concerts of birds

Dances of wind

All merry notes for us to sing