Isly
O you
Who have stirred the depths of my soul
You astonish me more than the earth's wild winds know
Bound by the chains of relinquishment
I remain
Yet, sweet muse
Your essence I cannot restrain
The sages whisper
Turn aside, let her memory fade
Yet in the gravitational pull of your being
I wade
Oh, how can I release what is so fervently entwined?
Shall I ever unshackle my heart's unyielding bind?
Will the day come when freedom's call shall find
A place in my longing
Or will I be forever confined?
ISLY