Lovebound
Sitting silently, pensive, my world anything but serene,
Pondering ignorance and loving ways,
Yearning for all to know what I mean.
In innocence I love for all of my days.
Is honesty a virtue or a hangman's noose?
To my heart, my soul, and you be true.
An altruistic need to let my love loose,
In the same breath it's bound to you.
I am virtue and innocence, passion aside,
Protected always by your barbed-wire love.
I am a dove, on stolen wings I ride
High into the clouds to the heavens above.
Aiming so true at my freedom flight,
You are the hunter, bow in hand.
Bowstring drawn taught with all your might,
Unnoticed in your fear my golden band.
Your aim is sure, your love is strong.
My wings and love stronger still.
You release the arrow and miss. With song,
I break free and land on your window sill.
For fences and barbed-wire cannot hold the dove.
I do not need to be bound to your side.
I need to be loved and allowed to love.
Your love makes me return freely, with pride.
When you wish my flight to be struck down,
Do it with love and gentle hand.
If arrow, not missing, and blood stains my gown,
My love nevermore as I return to the sand.
� Kathee Tschudy, June 29, 1997.
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