Ransom

Morning breaks
the silence of the night
the flowers smile
Birds take to flight

A stretch, a yawn
a shuffling of slippers
splashes of innocence
Before the day stirs

Standing before the coffee pot
Watching the bubbling gold
Staring out the window
Waiting for fantasy untold

Illusion takes flight
Clipped wings still soar
The prison still has a ray of light
One day he will open that door.