Cell of Glass

Bud to petal, stem to leaf,

ever quietly as a thief.

Taste this nectar, test those wings

whilst all around nature sings.

The cruelest fate, a Cell of Glass;

sight unobscured by stone or bars

and life's rich pageant just outside

stirs your heart and passes by...

Cage a creature born to fly,

watch its beauty fade, its spirit die.

An empty soul, a dried out husk;

in the scent of freedom place your trust.

So much is beauty, so much is light;

with a touch of pain falls the veil of night.

Sunlight touches dewy fields;

passion flairs, sorrow yields.

Rising mist obscuring sight,

rise above in lilting flight.

Strong Earth below, warm wind above -

each is vital, each is love.

1988