Freedom

FREEDOM

what could be more beautiful than freedom?
asked the bee
and a voice answered
a swim in a cool lake at midnight
cocoon of silk in a heatwave
taste of honey on the tip
of your lover's tongue
night and the long slow drip of peace
after pain
the song a father croons to his baby
smell of sweet bay crushed between fingers
the soaring melody lover's listen to in silence
what could be sweeter, said the bee, than freedom
slow heaving of waves
air opening and closing behind a lost lover
sea salted skin and the earth's silk cocoon
lover's tongues song of peace sweet myrtle and pain
all these, the sweet afterglow of freedom.

Geraldine Green
Cumbria, UK
American Red Cross