Let Me In My Orbit Drift

Should ye pry open my personal space, Remember, my core privacy to spare, Pray take me not like a child's cosy bear, I oft like to get lost my soul to please. Joy there's in roaming like rudderless ship, And take the fresh breeze from whereso wafts free, Not travel to; drift to whatso hails me, I try, cleave to nowhere, crave no heaven. Love me or not but leave me all alone To let me live life in my own odd way, To grow like wildest weeds never watered, I love weeds that struggle on their own stem. I would much rather you treat me like fire— Everyone's friend, if hailed a helping hand, But left at safe distance no matter what— Do so, and blame me not for my mad rage. It is when fire's respected not from far That it's no friend keeping you warm, cosy, It is when flowers are loved not from far, But plucked apart, they lose their born-with charm. So, treat me like a flower in the wild, Or silver of the late night's crescent moon, Enjoy its charm and sail by like a ship, Let me walk immune to favours and frowns. Fire nor a flower, nor I've nature's gift, I'd still like in my odd orbit to drift. _____________________________________________________ Musings | 02.05.08 |