Free time
Spartan was my humble home
Comprised of steel, and portland stone
Lonely was the endless night
No love to share my sorry plight
No books or letters would I read
Indeed of them I had no need.
For I had my thoughts, within my head
So come the night, I leave stone bed
To travel far, in space and time
No chains I know, can bind my mind
Through mystic worlds, I then did fly
Now free to soar in friendly sky.
And I would there, my good self greet
To drink the wine, to eat the meat
To delve in matters, of complex hue
No lies at all, to myself true
Come to know, something of me
And why it is, I feel now free
And in the morning I awake
With no more need, my thirst to slake
And in the silence of my cell
In what was once a living hell
I feel no wish to others blame
As I await the night, and freedoms flame.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-02-03 at 17:05
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