Vicarious

Tides and waves, discordant thoughts 

drifting on the salty breeze.

So very far away.

The empty sky, vast and pure, begging for an intrepid soul

to indulge in Her company, to break their covenant with Gaea.

Slip free the shackles of the world and fly away.

Above the oceans and into Her domain, through gates of white.

Take wing, youngest nestling, I can never follow.

We will never meet again, but yet, as you soar

my heart will soar with you

and as I remain behind, bound in chains, I can only smile

because you are free.   

Reviews

[ElizaB]

Thank you for entering your poem into my competition :)

I particularly liked the freedom you describe. It is not often we can let somebody or something go without feeling a loss, but you have made it seem beautiful.

If only we could all slip from these shackles we put upon ourselves and live a free existence, the chance would be a fine thing.

I appreciate your entry.
Thanks again.