Behind gilded bars
Freedom is relative...

One tiny little half-untruth
Spun out one fine spring day...

Still now beating heart
rest flies on gossamer wings...

I know not when it happened
Cannot plot the pivotal point...

I stand
as Janus...

You reach for me
I am here...

Like every little girl
I dreamed of Prince Charming...

...a spiders web
words spun together...

We stand
and stare...

Soaring high
swooping low...