Liberation

A mesmerizing sight, to say the least,

To see this boy, the archetype of free,

With lissom grace jump from within the tree,

Into the spring with sun hung far from East.

Although his nineteen years give eyes a feast,

His pure abandon is what moves in me.

For years I've been without the youth I see,

And now I think it's time I freed the beast.

I shed my clothes and climb onto the bough.

And left my inhibition on the ground.

He whooped and holler as I took my dive,

And shook my fears, although I don't know how.

Today it's love and freedom that I've found.

My god, it feels so great to be alive.