Freedom Too
Only in the glimpses and recesses of imagination
do dreams float.
They soar over reality
with a penetrating effervescence
called integrity.
Those few privileged, whose fingers brush
these precious abstracts...
Those few are the true survivors ---
The fighters, the winners,
The owners of the Universe!
The wind sends whispers into the air
and the pale moon translates its message
to those whose ears are willing.
The water filling the sun evaporates
when we fly....Those wondrous heights
to which even the poorest can venture.
The height of knowing freedom ---
as well as freeom can be defined.
The sallow skin of once-shared memories
is pulled tightly over the spirit...
Spirit is the key --- answer to life...
19 March 1992