Freedom Sings Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

By the cedar trees we see the door open
Purloin poetry where mystic clouds sigh
Gather the laurels of Jupiter’s fine joy
Stars talk to rivers in the serene night

Glimpse friendly strangers who visit here
Words entwined with soft moonbeams
Walk the quiet meadow where elves laugh
Announce a life from the coming dream

Rainbows join the parade of true fellowship
By the waters of grace we sail for gratitude
Nothing harms the light of the sacred hour
Renewed with wings of the eternal muse

Mysterious topaz speaks with green stone
The streams and lakes know of Holy Gold
Eagles and hawks soar above the pines
Mountains have communed with ages old

Sit on the hill with ghosts of noble chiefs
Barefoot maidens feel the fresh sweet grass
Hear the wise forest whisper fine secrets
Shed the corrupt and leave the sinful masks

Songs of morning doves rise in the dawn
Venus and the North star shine on the sea
By the glow of a camp fire my soul heals
Dance with the wind and sing with the breeze

In the distance a wolf howls and freedom sings