Freedom

I've been waiting on this bench for years

through the seasons and the sun

In failing light

just hanging by a spool

Ripping the fabric of the world

with red throes of prolonged death

I am dying

in the arms of nothing

The strings on branches of trees above

the puppeteer casts me 'bout

I am dying

here by Time's will alone

And drip, drip goes the last of my thoughts

dew drops from branches so high

In failing light

reflection caught inside

Twilight, hello friend of the between

been waiting for my day t'come

In failing light

with puppet strings chafing

For your little giggle and bouncing

step, pretty eyes, matching dress

I am dying

before your hapless stare

Please, those hapless eyes are mine alone

they shone in the dying light

I am dying

my little light's passing

As you cut off my constricting strings

drop me from this little tree

In failing light

hold me in th'sun alone.