In loving memory of my beloved son, William Elias Hronek

on his 26th birthday.

If all is so:

that life can never be,

then let that, which is free,

remain as that and the pain,

tears and sadness swallow the lump;

for only Butterflies are Free;

And life was never meant to be caught in the net, which traps us all,

Through which only time,

grants us a moment;

Alive you are,

free you’ll be,

when the cloak of sodden troubles,

slides swiftly from your shoulders.

Breathe deep;

awaken to dawn,

the surf washes the cliff, air cleanses the morning and the gloom of darkenss, seeps heavily off,

to others that are still encumbered;

Be Free!