Song of the Thorn Bird

Song of the Thorn Bird

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Breaking Free

Wisps of ginger tendrils dance in the wind
     as she looks back at her beloved Emerald Island,
     reminiscing over a laughing childhood turned into
          Da’s planned destiny

Wings of unborn possibilities flutter in her heart
     as she gazes towards the Land of Milk and Honey
    dreaming of unrestrained adventures, prayers that become
          her unmapped future


Captain Dumbass said...

Happy St. Patrick's.

Maha said...

I am glad to have stumbled upon your blog. YOur words are so beautiful. I especially love the hope in this piece; how enjoying the future is about letting the past be the past.

Brian Miller said...

unmapped future...i like that...