in silence we must know ourselves, at night
we must be brave: the lives we lead come free.
they dance as only spirits can, in glee
they frolic madly: no human eyes, for fright
can watch, or madly they go too. yet through
this nightly spirit waltz, no single sound
is heard: no solitary sleeper found
that could have been disturbed. tonight they flew
against the wind, last night against the waves:
in silent strength defying all that day
makes them obey. when morning comes, they creep
back to the bodies that are theirs, the graves
of human works. for freedom sweet, no way
exists: the humans wake, their spirits sleep.