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// CHAINS WOULD NEVER BIND ME
always in the leaning meadow
beneath the calling of the moon’s pure glow
I buried the last of the seeds that I would leave to sow
the night had fallen so quickly that I’d lost
as dreams I’d set out on the sea were tossed
& something in my heart pushed forward at whatever cost
so that chains would never bind me
as the call of morning dove
rang out into the trees above
it felt of spring, of freedom, of love
I heard the call of the mocking bird
& I hung on to every word
& the line between coincidence & life was blurred
always in the silent brook
beneath lush warmth of noonday’s nook
I threw the last of the pebbles that I had left to look
into the depths of another’s soul
into the meaning of their words, their pull
towards what they deemed was destiny’s shoal
so that chains would never bind me
as the cry of someone’s lost love
mingled with the after-rain song of the dove
coming from somewhere above
I spoke of what I’d heard
redeeming every word
with the care of the painter unheard
the floating songs of birds in the trees
the wind in the meadow so wild & so free
I listened, & in the darkness I saw
not what was there but what was all
I stood staring through the keyhole crack in awe
anticipating the sound of freedom’s sprawl
I stood as I must before the call
in the depths of sunshine’s enthrall
gentle rays of light from above
I feel finally the first touch of love
awoken by the song of the dove
left to the wind to remind me
the dream had told me love would find me
& that no chains would ever bind me
