She sometimes liked to go out in the sun light
only to close her eyes and watch how darkness listens to her eyelids –
the power over light and shadows
gave her the comfort of the Now.
She sometimes liked to go up on the hill at night
to wrap herself in twinkling stars and in the city lights
beneath her feet
freedom is what she felt, caged as she was in thoughts of freedom.
At times, she liked to watch the candle flame
dance courageously in night’s veil
and under street lamps she would listen to the flicker of the passing day.
In jazz rhythms she would hide
when the rain covered the skies in grays
and in the glittering nuances of the symphonies
she once played
She sometimes liked to go out before the break of dawn
with sleepy eyes to wake up
Photo – Paula Gecan