Let Me

Let me be more wandering than
the dust that drifts the road,
help me break free from the grip
of this muted, dailied horizon,
from this confinement.

Lend me wings and liberty,
the soliloquies of light and reason,
give me your strength.

I need
a whisper of shared breath, a covenant of faith, a dream remade.
I need
to live as I once did,
when life was law and time belonged to us.

Grant me
a future both certain and hopeful,
and I, as always, in return,
will give you the forgotten ash
of my worn and fraying body.

Let me pay
you in verses.