Need was strong to burry Atlas’ burden, at last,
Made up by those else-loving-unable minds.
Need was finally met of relief and then peace
And greatest liberty and exodus from ill.

 Thus lays the ink the urge to breathe,
Before silenced, oppressed under those latitudes
Far, far away from here – fair well –,
Now that the wind only carries birdsingings
Vanishing the weight of a so tiring fight.

  This so needing soul, restless until then,
Finally found a warm and welcoming harbor
To recover from tides and from troubled deep-sea.

  Full of hope and joyful may it be now and then,
Far away from the dark of armful wolves and so
Where this soul could not be just for being unlike.

  Full of love and grateful may this stay keep being
For a soul and her -mate just wishing to be so…

  09/03/2013
W.P