When shall I fly my friend,
release me from this velodrome.
Take me on your current sister wind
my wandering heart beckons to return home.
The question a paradox in my mind.
Where is home?
I am a shattered soul yearning wholeness.
Alas, the spring of life is upon me once more.
Some stranger comes to mind,
shadow-like before my eyes.
Someone raps at my heart,
a faded memory.
All forgotten. All is new.
Spring… I come to you as a bride with heart in hand to live once more.
*Daisy Raisler
Daisy Says: Enjoy the seasons of your life.
