Lay me down
in a field of green
Feel the wind
upon my face
Like a friend
who can’t be seen
She is not bound
by time or space
Feel the earth
beneath my feet
Smell the air
after the rain
Like a song
that can’t be heard
She is not bound
by love or pain
In sleepless dreams
she plays for me
On strings of steel
and fire and stone
Like the wind
that must blow free
She is not bound
by flesh or bone
Your Own Back Yard - Michael Gillan Maxwell 
November 3, 2011 at 2:43 pm
Oh my word–I think you just wrote your “signature” poem, the one for which you will be famous.
November 3, 2011 at 2:53 pm
wow! Elaine- what a nice comment! Thank you so much – that really means a lot to me!
November 3, 2011 at 2:50 pm
Some terrific writing – “She is not bound by flesh or bone” really a nice touch. Love that line.
November 3, 2011 at 2:54 pm
Thank you so much Randall! I really appreciate your comment and encouragement. It means a lot to me!
November 3, 2011 at 7:28 pm
Beautiful!
November 4, 2011 at 6:29 pm
Thank you!