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.