Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Whipped and Rinkled

lay me down in fairy rings,
bury me in grass and leaves,
let the world spin round and round.
leave me behind, world, round and round.

young men oft remember dreams,
they age while they sleep.
more time, less time than it seems,
lost promises they cannot keep.

wander through the trees on wings,
leave behind pedestrian trappings;
give me a gift that dances, sings,
and never think of lower things:

lost in a world that can't be right,
where all my days are filled with light,
where all my nights are lit by moon,
where when I sleep, ne'er wake too soon.

lost in my head while eyes glued shut,
can't struggle to wake--I don't know I'm not.
can't fight to wake--buried too deep,
in leaves, in grass, in magic, in sleep.

when the mares come crashing down,
chasing me through the sea,
I hop and jump and leap and try...
but my wings are taken from me.

when the mares run me down,
bury me in hooves and feet,
the pain comes rolling in on sounds
but I cannot wake in sweat from sleep.

when the mares take me away,
punishment for staying too long,
I long for wings and light and trees,
for the days when I was strong.

when the mare leave me alone
and I huddle in the dark,
I cannot save myself from this,
cannot heal my aching heart.

I miss the days that felt so long,
and waking tired from my sleep;
I miss the early-morning dawn,
and colors that were all unique.

lost in my head while eyes glued shut,
I struggle to wake--I think I'm not.
can't seem to wake--buried too deep,
in leaves, in grass, in magic, in----

WAIT! I'm free!palms to eyes to scrub away sleep,
sit up, decaying leaves a-wreathed...
yawn... roll over... five more years, please.

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