The Secret Lantern

Liberation

Liberation, free at last,
My chains have ceased to be.
Born again through eyes renewed as if I’d found the key.
Eight O’clock, the hand hits four
To cue a different time.
The past has past and present is,
While the future precedes the line.
Come what may as the seasons change
And give to me a Love.
To see, to hold, to be as one
Until we rise above.

by Garret Woo

c. 2004

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