They left her on the edge of space
To seek another resting place
Avow that sweet is freedoms cry
Yet truer still than words imply
To careless cast off bonds is wrong
For chains of love to life belong.
When caution seals our tongue in cheek
Some prudence tells that pride is weak
Hours and minutes however lost
With wishing can our strengths exhaust.
Small matter from whose lips it’s heard
I’ll never comprehend this word
For freedom simply means to me
To flee responsibility.
Seeing in the distance clearly
Future bought on terms too dearly
So dismal are hopes that echo
In some shadow of time ago
To free each lover of this care
While nature may that course impair.
Last remnant of deserted whims
When concert played among her limbs
A loud and far too vibrant call
Descending with unwanted pall
Upon one holy truth denied
That scope and mystic need implied
There dealt a blow that carried dread
As all her aging children fled.
Bare skeletons now etched against a dark and somber sky
Which cannot hide some vital truths life’s weakness will deny
Though trees are not the like of man the semblance there is real
For trees are home to living things that breed and grow and feel.
And thus we look into the sky for guidance of some sort
Wherein exists one simple rule that cannot fade this thought
There is no justice only something close to compromise
That tempers what has been false suicide and loves demise.
Chaos and disorder these are our lonely heritage
There rising with painful woe to leave behind our bondage
And wasted days within a world in which we’re judged by time
With fit and sleek accomplishments of our respected clime.
Claire V. Bogdanos 