That Distant Shore Called Liberty Poem by Mark Heathcote

Mother of the sky
mother of all the stars around me
I've never really felt alone
I've never really tripped or fallen
mother of my days
no shackles need I, shaking free
no chains are-ever-broken
we're just waves adrift on a vast sea
mother, I've hungered to live
stand alone to reach that distant shore
called Liberty
that distant shore called Liberty
but now I'm all alone
in the shadows
sinking beneath these breakers
I long for your apron strings
your guiding words
mother of all my days
nursemaid to my-dark-nights
where would I be?
If you didn't love me.
Make -me a garland woven of flesh and bone
bare me into existence
like a fire in the straw.
Where would I be?
If you didn't love me
Oh, I'd be a spring and summer in decline
I'd be autumn and winter
without an end date in time
I'd be left hungry for something, anything a little more divine.
Maybe a distant shoreline called Liberty
where my mother is sleeping
without a worry in her head
knowing my bed has been a long time, made.
And my freedom and Liberty are well in hand.