Freedom

 

 

Life leads us on with thoughts

and dreams abundant,

Then drags us back to what

this world would be.

Confined in the material and all

we know as physical;

So do we strive for that

which sets us free.

But freedom is yet also

an illusion, a fantasy of something

we perceive, yet all the time it hovers,

as a future, when Now is all that

we can ever be.

 

Chiselled

 

I chiselled at your image,
revealed the puzzle clear,
made luminous your heart,
left nothing else to fear.


Dumb were left the angels,
superior and wise,
lucid was my loving;
hollow were your smiles.


Foreign were the moments,
feckless were your aims;
drank the wine of sorrow,
saw the darkening stain.


There would be no winner,
once the die was cast,
drunk on sour misery;
mourn our time now past.