The Meeting by Andy Eycott
the light falls
through the prism
of a new day,
a rainbow of hope
washes over me
I feel the thrum
a hummingbird
pounding my chest,
and a forgotten sound,
the song of freedom
it is hard to contain
the feeling,
that today
I can discard my mask,
release my smile
that today
as I swim in the sea
of summer greens,
quaff scoops of fresh air
through the park
stifled dreams
will be reborn,
my spirit allowed
once more
to soar