The hours into days into years.
Without dreams we wilt in limbo.
My Spirit - chained by sadness,
Unshackled by joy - must take wing.
If happiness is the song,
Then I owe to myself to sing.
Love, a soft gentle feather,
Brushes my cheek. As silently
As moonrise, we communicate.
The sun's touch, a kiss of dew,
Bless my soul and send it soaring.
If love is part of life's song,
Then I owe to myself to sing.
My soul can drift - a shadow -
Unheard by day, unseen by night.
Or it can know as a kitten
Every corner to explore.
The choice is mine for the taking.
Life is a song of living,
And I owe to myself to sing.
- John Sotak
