Bonds That Make Us Free

A wingless cherub swinging in the weakened canopy

Singing through exalted skies over a flaming sword-tree

Crying in the wilderness "you can't fight shadows alone

Or correct mistakes for which tongueless mouths atone"

On ancient blacktop, neon reflects in the wet city street

Remotely echoing - "These are the bonds that make us free"

Ramblers talk when beauty fails in places far from home

Success breeds failure across the miles, this is widely known

But the dying eagle's sickness is a fierce and jealous love

And when the arrow hits its mark it fits just like a glove

In moments of clarity we're all inclined to agree

Que sera, sera; such are the bonds that make us free

From my birth angels of fear and death stood at my side

Sorrow endowed in germs of madness took me for a ride

A double chariot pushed not pulled through the arid heat

Lifting clouds of dirt proclaiming "your work is not complete"

For when the dust settles even the blind can clearly see

The one accepted constant is the bonds that make us free

September 2016