Freedom

Freedom Oh freedom! Like the highway, the horizon is your embrace; yet as the horizon, what lay in your bosom, we know not, 'til in embrace, your bosom we behold Every road leads to an end As a road, ought the end you thus lead, what we want or what we ought? Surely, yet oft sorely, in the end to which you lead, your certainty lies; revealed in its reaping, a recompense, oft in soulful solitude, a reward served in rectitude, dispensed on the day of reckoning Yes, at the dawn of desire, you beckon, yet, at the dusk of desire, your essence is revealed, like the uncompromising countenance of the rising sun, made bare by the parting heavenly blanket Oh freedom, are you not as the certainty of daylight, made naked by the fleeting timid terrestrial curtain of night Like love, oft misplaced for lust, are you not so prone? To have you, we must not be bound by that to which you lead To have you, we must not lose you where you lead us That you tarry at dusk of desire, leaves us full and to fully know that you are But your departure at dusk of desire, leaves us empty...emptied of all we thought you were, but could never be