Friday, June 18, 2010

untitled

Over and under
and sideways and trough

Debris and diversions
I race toward You.

Such importance,
a thing
so slender and slight

So many risk all
to see you tonight.

Your guardian rides with the Furies in tow,
unleashing their wrath
on his every foe.

Downcast, the fallen
from flaming depths scream

Of unrequited desire
to reach whom they seek.

Such importance you have,
for all's fate it seems...

Thank God for those womprats
and my old T-16.