Freedom

Soil supplies the substance.
The wind provides power.
The sun warms my soul and
the clouds drop me nourishment.
I respond with miracles.

I am life. I am freedom.
I can satisfy your curiosity
with glorious memories or
breathtaking sensations of
things that yet can't be created.

The price is high. I must have your devotion.
You must provide me with the fire.
It is your inspiration that turns the blade.
Our symbiosis is sensual.

©Tuesday, September 20, 1994 Steve Lunsford