Potential

Another old poem being typed up

POTENTIAL

Be still

Hold the paintbrush

withhold the last stroke

Don’t chain beauty

With finality’s yolk

Don’t freeze in a frame

What is lovely unseen

Don’t rob this picture

Of what may be

Each sense can’t be captured

Each truth can’t be told

Light, water and dreams

Are things you can’t hold

If spirit is breath

and freedom is flight ……..

28/04/98