Running around
In the front yard
The sky so dark
The night watching

We stripped down
To the last piece
Of undergarment

And ran around as
It still watched us
Played its song for us

While giving safety
And solitude there
Were no sounds

Sounds of crickets
Chirping wildly
Running from us

Some more
Some more
Running finding the

Out of breath point
And run no more
So fall to the grass

So clear of the feeling
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

06/07/1998

Posted on 12/26/2009
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