Freedom Outside a Reserved Society
I held you in my arms; the sun was rising in the morning sky, so quiet
And Peaceful, completely relaxing.
We spoke of love unforgotten and showed our passion in the dead of night. So many
Memories of words and actions, they played over and over in my head like a film
In a theater and only one viewer.
You were asleep as I watched your body’s monotonous breathing,
Up and down, up and down…
I wonder what it was you were dreaming that kept your subconscious from relinquishing
It’s control for an extensive period of time.
I now know what people mean when they say that their loved ones are like an angel when
They sleep. With the light that forced its way into the room I would have seen
Your halo, though many people have haloes. I once knew a man with a halo of
Flies, disturbing person he was. I can see your halo, full of light and life, full of
Warmth and love.
There goes my mind, drifting as usual, I swear it will drift to a point where I can’t catch
Unfortunately this morning will not stay this peaceful for long, for you my love shall
Wake and become business as usual, slowly sinking into your second life.
Our love shall have slipped your mind and I will become just another bother
In your other persona’s life.
I often wonder (there I go again) if this is worth the time; all this work keeping
Our feelings a complete secret, shunned from the outside world.
“I am high up in this world, and the world is old fashioned. They’ll never understand
This life. It’s just better this way…”
Like a faithful lover I keep my silence though I’ve despised it since the beginning
And it has soured my view on this religious-based and archaic world.
You’ll walk out the door living your second life (or am I your second life, I can never
Tell anymore) and I will wait for your call whenever that may be, though next
Time I might not answer.
Next time I might take a chance on freedom.
It hurts to think of it, but it hurts worse to live in secrecy, never letting the world know
Who it is you really are, to be chained down by the restrictions of a reserved
The world will never understand, but it is not the right of the world to know
Just exactly how I live my life.
I’m sorry my love, but chaos is calling me to its new life,
And I must be free…