A Blithe Spirit
By Zilf
Ah! That blithe spirit!
Flitting exuberantly
in cerulean horizon,
fluttering into zephyr,
rejoicing the toss,
Ah! What a bliss.
Yes, that caged bird is free.
Ah! That blithe spirit!
Wailed querulously
on the grave of dreams,
God-given unclipped wings;
Yet clipped inside
the bars of gold.
Yes, that caged bird is free.
Ah! That blithe spirit!
Woven into the warmth
of the twilight breeze,
warbling rhymes of my nursery
on the transient sand
near the seashore.
Yes, that caged bird is free.
Ah! That blithe spirit!
Carried by the breath of stars,
forgets screeches on nightmare scream,
swaying on the willow tree’s branches,
cherishes daydream of yesteryears,
clipping humans into their bars of gold.
Yes, that caged bird is free.
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