City of My Liberation
Tossing hair over my shoulder
I straddle my broom
And ride, dress aside
'Cross the City of My Liberation
I sweep between the gothic spires
Clock hands wave and freedom bells ring
Until I land on the grains of sand
On the shore of Lake Liberation
Into choppy waters I wade
Refreshing as ice, on a warm summer night
Servitude shed, solitude ahead
In the waters of Lake Liberation
At dawn the sun begins to rise
The Brise Soleil opens her eyes
Out of the brewing cauldron she flies
And we celebrate my liberation
I dismount my broom
In my peaceful room
Hearing chimes of laughter
My children running faster
Through the yard with no end
Warmed by friends
Thank you, City of My Liberation
(2013)
