Prison

the candle has
died
bled to floor
cool smooth bubbles
on wood

come to the light
shake your shroud of shadows
stand straight
inhale
vent darkness to air
as cloud
wave it away with
weak trembling hands
pale with mourning

release

the warden has gone -
pacing feet fled
for distant hills

today
a world wakes
to find you
missing
it's impossible

come to the light
shake stars from sky
put them back in your eyes
force wind in your mouth
speak words of love
to a world waiting

little grows large
in shadow
light
breads life
come

Awake
I step towards the light


Michael Lorne Leard