know me well
and the moon grows rather fond of my company
I've blazed many a trail
in my mind's eye … many a dream
Gazed at barren walls,
this lady in waiting,
on
those winds of change;
to turn the ship to shore
I’ve walked the path
that I have tilled
and toiled and spoiled
and bled the wine from my lost trials
and laid waste to hopeful
new day dawns
that failed my view
I now feel as an extension of these,
the hopefuls,
these past figments,
as some have said
and so draw from the deepest well of time,
from lost gardens of seeds I’ve sown
and know the wealth of tears
that wrought forth almost madness,
in my solitude,
my starvation, need to feel love … acceptance;
fought the bitterness of sour tongues,
that steal the kiss of freedom’s hand
The bars that held me were self-made;
the troubled mind, my broken wing,
the pedestal I stood upon,
was that of isolation
When I felt the breath of freedom
brush my broken wing
I eased into flight from the pedestal
Still the night
craves my company
and knows me well,
as do the stars
Change in general radiance
is from,
the man in the moon,
who tends to shed
more hopeful light