The Constraints of Freedom Cried 

shadows flickered
the fire danced.
in this new
artificial light
i saw you.
as you lay
content on the floor.
i observed you
a loving glance
like that to a child.
 
gentle and kind
no harsh gesture
or word. innocence
lay quietly,
uninterrupted by
fire. dancing
freely, controlled
restricted
as if wanting
to explode
releasing all it knew
all it felt.
this fire burns
slowly inside.
charring, cleansing
purifying.
 
but like the spark
which ignited this inferno,
my flame is nervous,
unsure of what it can do
and yet wanting to
consume.
 
shadows flickering,
dancing from the fire light
in this new
artificial light
REAL feelings burned.
 
gareth j m saunders
http://www.garethjmsaunders.co.uk
(c) 15 May 1990