freedom is calling you by name

Wild waves,

like oceans, in my hair.

i take my hand and untangible them,

for you to not see

who it is that i really am.

for that is truly when

i can hide inside myself, 

and imagine a magnificent truth

and throw the paints of my earth,

with true love, back to you. 

so i breathe in and continue,

dreaming endlessly of sepia hues

overgrown trees and desert flowers a bloom, 

open and free 

not managed by the troubles 

in this rapidly fleeting youth, 

of monogamous harmony.