Free as Ye

You think of wind: you think of air,

You think of breezes, light and fair.

You see no leash; you think no chain,

No shackle can my will restrain.

You think me wild, you think me free,

You think me filled with heedless glee.

You see me not, you hear me rare,

My dreams, my pleas beyond your care.

You think I laugh, as swift I fly.

You do not think the wind would cry.

You do not know, you do not ken,

The wind might long for cote or pen.

I am but he who roils the sea

And wishes he were free as ye

To put down roots, to build a nest,

To make a home, a place to rest.

©2015 Elisabeth Heslop