Gently, she goes
as soft as a fawn
opens the window
and waits for the dawn
fireflies glow
wind caresses her face
as she sheds all the shadows
not leaving a trace
She dons velvet darkness
wrapped in its cloak
releases all poisons,
                 sylphlike,
             in smoke
She is preparing for battle
in her own, quiet way
She only wants wholeness
as she breaks through the gray
For soon she will weave
prismatic wonders of spells
her own inner aurora
lighting heaven from hell
For suffered she has
and it's time to forgive
unlock self-made prisons
and let herself live
and now as sunrise approaches
stars still in sight
she turns the skeleton key
and glides
into
             flight

congratulations on this special day

remembering the gain of freedom
from unjust monarchy
after hard struggles for democracy
and universal human rights

today we also need to be aware
of new dependencies and tyrannies
that have since come among us quietly
and with deceptive lures of easy lives and riches
of glamor  reputation  millions of virtual followers
& other such amenities in our age
try to persuade us that these are the only worthy goals in life

the most decisive loss of independence
is when we do no longer feel its absence
and happily embrace the bars of our golden cage

‘You’ve murdered us with your
Adventurous soul...’
It would be the last words of
The Mapmaker &
The Navigator
As the bewildered
Explorer
Held onto the wheel
Of their galleon
As it went over the edges of the earth
And they became part of the
Constellations
His last thought being
‘I thought the earth was round...’
‘I thought the earth was round...’

"do you know how it's been raining a lot lately?
it's because the sky is envious of you and me,"

those were the words you told me
for whenever we met, the sky cried
like a baby whose candy was taken away
the thunder would roll, and the clouds would grey
but you and i, we stayed the same

"the sky is jealous of us meeting"

but for why?
and you told me,
because it's lonely
it has no one to hold

i used to complain
that it would always rain
and so you told me,

"next time we meet, and the rain falls
you should ask the sky, why, are you jealous?

you should be.
because i have her.
and she has me."