Breathless is the tamed lover

Who gazes out to sea

No more a chain  - no more a clicked finger

For now he is free

 

The doved island is his goal

As he tries to savour all

But freedom is a strange gift

It pines for company

It yearns for chains once more

 

The Rock of Ages towers high

The graved stone - the gnarled crevices

Poured with briar

Upon its top a bird triumphs

Chirping highly, its tiny feet

Stamping angrily

This is MY tower - get back you human fiend

 

Sorrow?  What is that?  he asks

What is pain?  I cannot say

What is judgement in a land of no conscience?

What is gain?  Why ask for more?

What is ??

 

And so he moves down the path of endless quests

Until he finds - that his quest, is in truth, just questions

Where will it end?

Where will it begin?

When will i see?

When will I truly be free