Cages In The Wind

I can create bars to try and hold the wind,
but it still blows as it will,
though I might know its origins
can I really ever decipher its secret?

A quill is a feather and not a ruler,
it was meant for flight
not for measuring the distance
traveled by the mind.

There is beauty in the conformity
of verses marked by meter and shape,
forms that have their own artistry,
which is to be embraced for its skill
through a craft of poetic elegance
to be admired and savored
as an exquisite gem of such wondrous creativity.

Yet a diamond is still a diamond
even when the facets are polished.
For the muse dispenses her inspiration
by a breath that softly caresses
not always coming in a way
that fits easily within the traditional lines.

So in freedom the soul spills its ink
with power, passion and conviction
sometimes soaring as a condor without restrictions.

Because what blows in the spirit
doesn’t need a specific sail size
in order to be felt for its magic and message.