Freedom

The dove flew over the ocean freely without the shackles of his greed....he was but a memory as her gliding raced infinite.......the memories ceased as she knew the freedom of no claim.........then came the night and he seemed to smile a smile that etched in her mind.....his touch wasnt a prison, it was a nest...she longed for his care and warmth as the storm raged upon her...would his voice ever again be heard, had she drifted too far...but then she awoke to find his arm around her and the new life of realisation that his grasp was not prison, but freedom.