The Captive

Will I ever feel the wind again
Blowing through my hair?
Will the seasons changes make me glad to be alive?
Those soft green buds of spring, bursting into life anew
Pushing through the sweet earth and moistened by the dew

Will I see the flowers again with little drops of rain
Sparkling like diamonds nestled deep within?
Will I lie again beneath the trees looking up above
And see the cherry blossom white against the sky
And feel the petals on my face as the flowers drop and die?

Will I ever climb the hills again
And marvel at the views
Of mountains, trees and waterfalls so beautiful to see?
And breathe the air so clean, so fresh, so new, so pure
The very essence of the world, the place that I adore

Will I ever hold you in my arms again
See your face and hear your voice
Touch you and laugh and remember the times, the life we shared?
Or will this failing body now give up without a sigh?
I’ll never do those things again because all that’s left to do is die.

The Captive

jacqi

Inverness, United Kingdom

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Artist's Description

My mother died many years ago but I still remember her saying when she was ill “Will I ever feel the wind again?” with such longing. I think of her when I hear the wind blowing in the trees.

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