I look through the porous window,
No, not the grey misted silver
Cut deep into the cemented wall,
But through the protruding oriel
Veneered in my mind.
I see brilliant landscapes
Swaying in shades of freedom.
I see concrete hills littered with scandent buildings,
Large and small,
Colorful spectrums from amber to zaffer,
Lush with all kinds of people.
I see lovers holding hands,
Touching, caressing, kissing, united in heart’s desire,
Together as one, an eternal duo.
These precious moments gripped in time,
Shimmering in shades of freedom.
I see asphalt valleys lined in shops,
Bustling offices splashed red with brick;
Duplex granite fleeced in raven dark.
A sinuous network of commerce and art,
United in purpose, diverse as the zephyr winds;
Resplendent hues in vivid display,
Exposing the charity of life,
Scenery in shades of freedom.
These once-vibrant memories:
All of us playing at the park,
My sons splashing in the river,
Me hanging out at home with friends.
Fragments of a hopeful past,
Now faded into oblivions grasp,
Shadows in shades of freedom.
Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.