what are these casements

keeping me from your sight

but barriers erected by human hand,

penetrable by light and sound?

invisibility and silence

are stripped of power to shun me

to collect my thoughts and words

under a musty rug forever darkened

I fly by the wing of the bird

upon the song of the lark

until once more I am near

as one's breath hangs in space

suspended vapors, and nothing

short of dull memory can bar me out