Through the open window
and down the spotlight path,
far beyond the darkened tower
and the shrouded sentry’s wrath.
I float above the humming wires
to the copse of trees beyond,
where the air is damp and fresh
with my soul I will abscond.
For so long I’ve contemplated
this final moment of release,
to taste the dew of freedom
from the horrors that never cease.
To rejoin the living world
and leave all fear behind,
with the promise of tomorrow
we will repair our lives in time.
So come at last sweet sanctuary
I reach out and touch your face,
just as the iron doors clang
and they rip me from your grace.