I’ve come to late
to be dressed for this party..
Rosy in pink she poses…
and better than me
shows her beauty.
Even as captive she glows…
In her mind..
wings are stretched over
sun warmed waters
And freedom..
the sound of wind lifting wings.
Or does the mind rest here
where walls are secure.
Freedom distant.
I am not dressed for this party.
I leave through the captive’s door.
