“And we are connected at the soul.
That no manner of blood or sea can separate us, my love,
—is truth.
And as time, a slave ship, draws me away from you
I sing a song among chains,
Through the porthole,
To the moon—
A sound untethered, to rove the stars.
For no new master can carry a heart
Traded long ago
In love.”
— Shawna Howson (‘12)
