Her freedom smells like sweet Jasmine on a warm summer evening. It sounds like the song of a Mockingbird bringing in a new day with no responsibilities. It dangles images of passionate love filled with adventure; fulfilling a soul mate's journey. It promises her nothing. For freedom is not freedom when entangled with another. It's a simple choice. Love or Freedom? Is it possible to have both? She's never had either. She grabs ahold of the wings of a bald eagle and soars until she finds a love who allows her to feel free. It's possible she will soar for eternity longing for such a love. Meantime she'll breathe in deeply As Father Sun kisses her nose within his safe embrace Knowing Mother Moon will keep her heart encased.