A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008
I have a need to return to the past,
And relive the emotions of moments,
That made me the most desired,
When time was full of feelings.
But of the memories of those old frames,
I no longer keep a memory in the weary soul,
They were broken or stolen, without shelter,
Leaving only a marked absence.
Someone, in need, as they passed by,
Took the abstract paintings that were mine,
Perhaps to repaint, give them a new place,
Or maybe, to burn within their lines.
And so, I am left with the shadow of what was,
An emptiness where once there was color and life,
But even in absence, something builds me,
For longing is also a felt form.
The past, though distant and uncertain,
Still lives in the lines of my being,
And even without the paintings near,
Its essence persists, enveloping me.