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Some myths are worth pursuing |
Pegasus Remembering that first, cursed time, I saw that horse in flight I knew those reins could not be mine, ... I gave up at first sight Grounded, anchored in my head, 'midst tired weathered things Before I saw a wingspan spread, before such feathered wings of a gelding gamboling freely, on a canter through the night A bird bright, shining, steely, on and up, and out of sight Fields lined with fences and gates not fit for task Skies that blind the senses... what questions would you ask? What queries could you ponder with the creature in the field? Wings wild, free to wander, how much should you yield? Rejoicing at its presence with every brief return So hard to find its essence at the centre of the burn A flame you can't extinguish, why would you even try? A fire you relinquish, every single time she flies Away to greener pastures, on a canter though the sky Awkward... broke, we ask less, than what our questions buy There comes a time for stalling, a time for letting go Inside we're still lost, falling, not that they would know As life trots on regardless, vied idols in the field To use a bridle, harness, such poor results we'd yield Some creatures aren't worth caging, containing holding back Inside, a heart beats raging, at the things unheld, we lack But that's not how the race runs, that's not the way it goes Down one way streets, the soul guns, spirits dragging... and it shows Demonstrated in such darkness, the absence of such light Winged horses swoop around us, scooping low and out of sight Swinging far away from Home, her soul escapes the fold A rampant wild spirit roams, with futures put on hold On hold but not forgotten, and never far away To phantoms we're besotten, up close is where they stay Close enough, yet out of reach, soaring through the sky Grains of sand loose on a beach, a fist can't hope to try To hold such sand, contain it all, closed up like a vise, with flattened palms we take our falls, a few grains as our prize Savoured in our hourglass, and favoured over time, In my shell such thoughts they last, flavoured through such rhymes Bouncing round this shell too long, cooped up lost inside, with sins seen sold, and sheltered strong, looped around... untried Untested trialled in such space, as echo chambers run Memories of leather, lace, with woolen patterns spun A spider's yarn that holds me firm, cocooned, froze fast with fear One day at last, I might just learn, things aren't as they appear Frenetic, fought within the loom, strong weaving holds it's sway I may have given up to soon ... I never walked away |