My Hope
My hope hangs like balances in the air,
like a fettered bondsman, I am waiting
for you to set me free...
You and I had made a pact
from the beginning to be one:
You me and me you;
You in me, me in you
When I spoke a word, it was your voice that said it
When I cherished a thing, it was your desire
And when cold within, you warmed me up—my burning flame.
In trying times when my hands were feeble,
it was your strength in me that straightened my steps,
your herculean heart steadied my course,
my daring deeds were all your doing.
And truly, my lady, we were like amorous birds of prey
when we set a-flight
yet, my lady, (you say), you seek to break free
from this cage of me-self
And with the best part of me, you fly away
(and call it freedom) when I needed you most.
If it is, my lady, (as you say), then why are your broken chains my shackles?
My hope hangs like balances in the air, a fettered bondsman
I am waiting for your return to set me free...
Copyright © Patrick Utitufon | Year Posted 2016
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