five years the sycophant
finally free
able to see past
your faux reality

as your mouth moves
I cannot hear
but I feel the air
within my ears

like the soothing sound
of a gentle tide
on a moonlit night

you do not see
the cosmic scene
laid before me
yet you believe
yourself to perceive
righteousness there
because I care?

nay, neither right, neither wrong
each a singer of their own bird song
in such a standing, precisely fair
for love is a selfish affair
we claim to love and wish the best
but true love is but a test
for those who love to love freely
even when it means
to let go completely.