Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Worlds
11.03.04
The solitary notion
Of this fragile world which she created between thoughts and hands
Very much her own
Shake, tremble, feel the taste of fear down to their very roots
When war is bestowed down upon them
From the fiery heavens which know so little of life
This terrible prison
Which they created out of words and ideas
Could not contain the dreaming soul
Of an age long ago dead
Through the trails of a nightmare-
So she treads
With hair of silvery white, aged and fading
But there’s nothing left, among their footsteps
Over-traveled and over-worn
So they will fall
A hungry, empty army
Could not defeat her simple purpose
To breathe in, and out
And stare at the sky
Feet beneath the gentle soil of the earth
The life, the very stuff that formed her into being
She could not suffocate here
Away from their regulations
Away from the smoke, the haze
The answers that they cling onto
She is a lie
But the rain falls down
Melding into snow
This wonderland is her domain
With maidens of freedom racing their parched lips
Through ocean-birthed air
Here she will linger
For a fragile moment
Until they detonate this new world as well
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]