Time is winding down
to my freedom.
A chance to address
this dismal fog.

My passions,
from a northern soul.
Now a torrent
of thunder and a storm.

Alone, I have been
in this incarceration.
Each day a black veil.
Until only the birds
and I are left.

Yet, I was not
alone enough.
Some came to me.
Like ships,
to carry me along.

Then, a carol of victory.
Sparkling in a blue mist.
And for me,
singing of love.

A life force,
caressing my lips.
And telling me
of another time,
another place.
Beyond this
heaving laughter.