The path

Behind the sunny meadow
The green walled path
Leads you away.
You're keen to follow it
Though you can't see
Where it'll end.
Beware you might get lost
For there is no map
But you have a guide.
In front of you she walks temptingly
Fleetingly appearing and disappearing
Along the twisted lane
Tantalisingly near and far
Continuously almost in and out of touch.
Yours to possess
Hers to be free
You may tag her
But you may not own her.
She goes by the name of freedom
Freedom to love
Freedom to be.
Essential yet immaterial
On this road that life is
The choice is yours.



Lucette C. Bailliet ©