Free-Spirit

I am what some might call
a bit of a... free-spirit.
I am not to be confined,
not to be constrained!
I am a troubled soul.
But one who encounters the world
with a view so pure and full of love,
that, it must make up for the faults!

I try to be as sensible as I can
but the world just doesn't make sense.
(It's too concerned with hate and pretense.)
But as I am alive; I am in peace;
and in the spirit of life I want to live!!
before I die.
So because of this... I am often ostracized?

I may be a free-spirit, and I may be a freak,

but I am who I am; 

I am love; I am me.

A free-spirit?

Yes. 

A free-spirit is what I am proud to be.

In Your Arms

There was a brief moment in time,
when life was perfect and I was free,
that was the moment, yours and mine,
when you held me in your arms.

There were no worries, no troubles, no fears,
my trembling body, my forthcoming tears,
all vanished away at the strength of your touch,
when you held me in your arms.

Hippie Girl

Hippie Girl whips her long, wavy hair into the wind.

It twirls about her cheeks like ribbons of golden light...

I watch her dance and spin across the beach

and I wonder...

"What gives her such freedom to just BE?"

And then I think: "I want that freedom in ME."