The Sunlight on the Garden

The sunlight on the

Hardens and grows cold,

We cannot cage the

Within its nets of gold;

When all is

We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free

Advances towards its end;

The earth compels, upon

Sonnets and birds descend;

And soon, my friend,

We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for

Defying the church

And every evil

Siren and what it tells:

The earth compels,

We are dying,

Egypt,

And not expecting pardon,

Hardened in heart anew,

But glad to have sat

Thunder and rain with you,

And grateful

For sunlight on the garden.