Freedom, who are you?
Moody lover, irresistible seducer,
the kitten purring at my feet
You, eternal cry of my soul,
wild mustang that cannot be tamed,
you, the strong wind driving me toward my future,
the fragile butterfly I can catch for a moment…
Still, in your tender arms
you give me eagle wings
to fly into the centre of poetry,
to the fire of your soul
You, who takes on many forms:
men, women, children, countries,
words, verbs and adjectives…
or are you simply feelings,
strong, overwhelming, indescribable...
You wait for me behind high buildings,
pass me in dark, empty streets,
smile at me through the shadows of my dreams,
I seek you all over the world, again and again…
only to find you inside me,
finally, at the end… when I don’t need you anymore…


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007