Beyond the path in sand

Beyond the sky

Beyond the universe

Beyond between

Beyond the future

and all that’s been

onwards to another land

 

With sweat and will

imagination and my quill

With all that I can give

and more than there ever was

I shall create my dream,

find bliss

and live a thousand years

far away from here and this

 

No more treading water all in vain

bombarded by the worldly pain

Held back by some force

that thinks I need to pause

when I know I should be moving

with the speed of thought

and live unbound

in a place where anger finds no food

and hate cannot take root

and love is all around

Where imagination is my feather

Never stuck again to brood

Like a waterfall to rush

and gush

and spray

and splash

and colour me in wet

to make the pages blush

and that

my life shall be

 

Words liberated emanate

creatively convene

from source to sea

and in a poetic move

inquisitively run

from cloud to tree

to drop on you

the wanderer

reflecting

in my pool of thoughts

 

Born to live undyingly

I never think it couldn’t be

The word Sport embeds in me

Stuckness is just an antonym

of Living Free

Given no power

it will remain in theory

 

* Remembering Vovô‘s dad and Vovó‘s mom who were born this day in 1895 & 1896, — two centuries ago.