freedom’s star.
only along these hallowed hallways,
of forms imagined in absence of candle-light,
can we recall with all relief the brilliance of our own,
and be ever after the benefactors of more bounty,
than the fiercest of pirates could’ve ever known,
to roam with freedom’s star at our backs,
amidst a celebration of fear’s flight.
only within these structures narrow and changing,
along illusions foyer of time and space,
might we watch ourselves loosen the confines to reflect,
on being ever the recipients of more richness,
than the shrewdest entrepreneurs could’ve hoped to collect,
to drift purposefully with love’s driving rain upon our chests,
towards an awesome and humbling grace.
only along these stairways of creativity,
designed for joy and sorrow’s conclusion,
can the very lords and ladies of the estate enjoy the climb,
to look out upon garden and stream,
a panoramic vision to the corners of a kingdom,
more grande and expansive,
than the greatest conquerors’ unfulfilled dreams.
only within these channels of absolute synapsis,
might we investigate our affection for the other,
to understand the all-permeating oneness,
and gaze forever undisturbed with freedom’s star,
and love’s rain as our comrade’s against delusion,
to walk forever undisturbed with freedom’s sparkling star,
and love’s driving rain for company in our eternal seclusion.