a face more beautiful than God

 
 
 
 
I want to run someplace  
so far away that no one can
recall the look of my face or
the sound of my name
 
to be free to run someplace
where the only sound is the
heart of the wind beating
under the wings of the eagle
and the red tail  
 
to be free to be the lone  
wolf hunting beneath an
icy winter moon painted  
white with frost
 
to be free of the nagging  
expectations of others  
 
to be free to live by one's  
own will, convictions and
courage  
 
freedom is the only gift
with a face more beautiful  
than God