The Prisoner, by Anonymous

Though you’re gone

Your presence chose to linger

As autumn auburn shone

And your honey voice, a singer,

Sat with me night long

To bribe the nightmares to their doom

And let the sweet daydreams bloom

In great finesse

And greater sorrow less

To see another morrow

A vivid bird left to crow

Though you’re gone

Into that populated throng

Your memories build a present ghost

Reminding me I missed you the most

“And one day” you vowed

To meet me, though in dreams, smile loud

But to tread on earth, a tender

And become a mender,

Not a savage or a crime commender

But a burner of damage

Yet a dream of such is none

For obedience left you trailing

Till you were gone

Gone to a moonlit night

A fallen leaf among the stars

Too far out of sight

A mistaken fool behind his bars

Trapped only with vision left behind

From his foolish act to whale and wind

Though you’re gone

Off on a bird’s wing

Your soft voice that soothed the silent swifts

Is still left to sing

But the blossom that you grew

Flew unwillingly away like you

The roots of your heart

Are left to show

You played your part

To protect the world for its kindness

You let the trees flourish

And the rivers of bright blue flow

Though you’re gone

And your features are fading

To a faraway land

I will keep on trading

Your memories with the wind

And they will disagree that you sinned

They’ll call

All animal

To fight through the dreaded night

To bring you home

To see your future flown

As a flower in bloom

To save you from your shadow of terminal bloom

Will your life in joy

Stay safely in its fasten

Or will it fall in mercy pleas

To the black pools of flowing arson

All your smiles

Swept away by endless trials

Have vanished, severed from your face

Severed like from my dress the lace

Has gone

From every day’s flowing grace

From those who wished a paradise place

That came only with night

When everyone was far from sight

Yet scars are always there

A symbol; the lack of care

Your love never crippled

Hopes never rippled

Till they were snatched from your grasp

And your voice, once gentle, turned to a rasp

Our hands torn apart

We were left, lost, in the dark

For the cutting frost that spun their feelings

The ones who banished all healings

But what caused them to spin the web

That caused happiness to ebb?

We used to sit and watch the sun rise

And then set with the bird’s evening cries

Walked upon a misty morning

Two figures, happy,

But now drowning in a morning

That came with one autumn dawning

Thick leaves of swollen tears

Brought upon by sudden fears

Of figures waiting in the dark

Who came to leave a growing mark

To take you to the place you now hide

And I ponder, thinking

That the world isn’t only full of wonder

But a creeping force of dripping evil

Accompanied by relentless decieval

Though you’re gone

The story is still current

Will its end bring a smile or a tear torrent?

But I know we will meet

Daydreams turning swiftly in a fleet...

Of two

And people will all ask:

Who are the stars that fly

In the black ocean sky?