Prison Dawn

Hark, what light before me breaks
It is but the light of dawning
Ah, but what dawn is it that breaks
It is one of realisation
What bars do I see in this place
They are the bars of your prison
But who would put me in this place
No-one but yourself
I see before me tree without leaf
It is but wearing Winter's disguise
Shall I ever see it with leaf
If you might see the Spring
Oh but that I would be outside
The prison bars are there
How might I ever be outside
The gates are yours alone to open
Might I yet see the Spring
If you have the mind
How do I yet see the Spring
Time alone will tell you


Terry Rhiannyr
January, 2013