Claire V. Bogdanos

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.