For Such A Long Wasted Time... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is no rule
then on how to become
as beautiful
as the flower that blooms
early morning of spring,

as the sunrise begins
to spread its light like
wings

as the butterfly flutters
from one leaf
to another

as the waves roll and
calms its fury on the
shore

there is no rule
it is just this burst of emotions
this letting go
this freedom of what we have
kept inside

for long, for such a long
wasted time...