SILENCE
Far, far from home am I,
Here I sit, for rest, solitude,
Not choice, but cold necessity,
Removed from land and kin,
All to serve greed of others,
Much taken, dreams remain,
Upon these treasured steeds,
Flight I take to else when, where,
For all is possible for a dreamer,
This is my strength and joy,
For stone walls and iron bars,
Not a prison makes for dreamers,
So I shall dream to be again,
Home again, home again I,
If only in my dreams am I,
At least the taste of home I,
This makes me free on wing,
Listen to my words and know,
A bit of my soul revealed to thee,
This is my gift to you afar,
Poetry, my dreams take form,
Wordsmithing my creative energy,
For even if my words vanish,
I shall know they once existed,
As shall you dear Lady far, far away…….