FREEDOM

For Sue Anderson and Me
 

Set myself in the falling sun,
To dream of her in a garden,
As she will be to me until my existence is done,
In screaming downward, I whirl in her purity of innocence,
It is her that freshens the mind like a spring wind,
My feelings seem to be UNDEFINABLE in this fantasy,
The soul desires her near an abandon seashore,
Inticipating all romantic spectrums of the heart,
With the airy wind cooling the waving seashore,
As I slip softly in her spirit,
She plays a role of a maiden,
Dusty, lovely, profoundly women-child,
That is to me as a garden surrounded by desire of the winded sea.


Theodore Arthur Pinnock
March 20, 1980