Sam Lowry

Free, in dreams.
Free as the night
in flight in silver.
Free to love from afar and above.
Free as a dove.

Buzz. Alarm.
Awakened to this horrid day.
This horrid world.
The dark, the wires, the smoke
and smell and rain.

The paper power in your hand
is theirs to wield as they command.

Yet in a glimpse,
a moment captured in a face,
an engram of a dream embrace.
In a simple symbol,
cleaner than a noose of rope,
you find hope.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.