We Yearn For One Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out of prison's windows, trying to see some of
life's closely held treasures.

Within sight is only a black sky, looking carefully,
picking out a very few stars scattered across the skies.

Vastly different in every atmosphere, sitting back and
waiting in joyful hope for freedom to be invoked.

Laughing in the face of justice, taunting it's tightly
held reins, sliding down avenues filled with rain.

Staring, suddenly reminding us that perils are unending,
filling our lives every day, as looking out of prison
bars we yearn for just one of life's closely held
treasures.