An open road, a patterned gate, a place to hurry past.
The wind that gusts from shore to hill and shimmers through the grass.
The waves that crash in tidal swells echoing the whale song,
Through the deeps and in the whispering waves
the sound of freedom tolls. The fierce wind whips up the spray
speckling the Sailors face, who braves the pitch and rolling swell
in freedoms cold embrace. In his eyes shine memories of a child’s
soul, every man and woman whose genetics filled his mould.
All shadows of our relatives
that live within our breath,
the ultimate expression - an eternal cycle
of freedoms power over death.
