WHERE I AM FREE


My freedom lies beyond
the cloud of unknowingness
beyond mists of time where
I disappear into olive groves
which furl and unfurl in slow dawns

Here there are no gates
latches or rusty keys
nobody entices with tickets
to a show and gala gifts
dark chocolate or apple orchards

Where I am free yellow butterflies
and red quilts are escaping memories
rooms filled with roses and ferns
or silky scarves do not exist
promises evaporate like steam

Desires for dancing legs
warm marrow, wet kisses or
tears and scars are packaged
like data bits with grapevines
Angels appear only to take a peep

Where I am free I do not exist
There dwells what you seek
and what you seek is an
Illusion of Light which lives then
dies in milliseconds of ecstasy

To touch it is to orchestrate
melodies as a harmony of
unknown instruments to
convey Creation’s glances
Where I am free !