Caught atop a tall tree branch high
Where insistent hands can touch the sky
And open wide eyes can see for miles
To droopy mouths turning to smiles.
Caught I was and found was I
Here atop this tree branch high
Naked aloft on peak of tree
Trying to see all I could see.
Passing clouds and singing birds
Talk with tune and not with words
I’m learning songs unheard by man;
Freedom brings what no one can.
I look for this and look for that
As if for treasure marked on map
And a smile I crack as I can see
You trying to make your way to me.
I turn my back and I think away
To thoughts not leading me astray
But I turn slow to try and hear
Your sounds approaching to my ear.
Trying to be so aloof aloft
Turns my heart so weak and soft
That when your fingers touched my skin
I fell then melted deep within.
All caught I was and now I’m clothed
In binding fabrics you interwove
With your love, your purity and your grace;
A love surpassing the edges of space.
As happy as I ever thought I was
Doing as an unfettered one does
I wasn’t as happy as being free
And being brought back to reality.
© Kris Blackburn 27/02/13