Free roaming
Unheeding of the watchful structures
Confined to total bliss
And vast desolation
I crave the subdued emptiness
With its lonely cry of excel

Freedom shape shifts
For the earths clashing vessels
Enamored by their own perceptions
Stark, strange and obscure

I find
The romance of liberation
In hollow isolation
Trudging its eerie patches of grey

Beneath rolling skies
Of sullen refuge
Laden with precipitation
And the sure promise of rain

Freedom clings to me
Amidst the cold drone of solitude
To salvage what’s left
Of my fond and gracious memories

Restoration becomes my own
Above and below
Autumn melancholy
Softened by the loom of winter scorn
Bitter and unchanging
In his timeless sickly toll