The Weight Of Flesh
How I resent these stiff, tortured bones,
the aching, sweaty weight of flesh.
I would be free, formless and weightless;
a whisper on soft summer winds.
I would be strong, but incorporeal;
rolling thunder and falling rain…
Become music, and danced abandon;
slip these mortal bonds for the skies.
Kings Mountain, NC
February 23, 2004
This is one of the most beautiful poems I’ve ever read. I’ll definitely be reading more of your work.