Bittersweet, this letting go
as feelings of freedom and loss
at once accost the senses

Shall we cry or shall we sing
or will this silence bring
its own reward?

Where once we moved in harmony
in sync with rhythms deeper
yet so much higher than our own
now the width of distance spans
a gulf that seems unbridgeable

Where once we loved
now the many trivialities of life
have intervened
while the many dreams we dreamed
fade more and more
into the mists of memory

Where once desire flamed
and the heat of hearts untamed
brought intimate and timeless moments
now inhibitions keep their senseless guard
as if to love might now retard
our movements on this path of life

Bittersweet, this letting go
as a feel of freedom and of loss
at once accost the senses
Must your freedom come
at such a cost as this . . . ?

?Michaelette?