For Want of Wings
Meandering in serpentine
enraptured in synaptic apathy,
In scorn the left-hand path
stretches before me
while the siren of the horizon
yet cries for morning glory.
Sinuous in arid abandon,
errant and transient
as last gleaming
is redeeming at random
a dusk-devil
grants lost causes and leaves
a Lazarus reprieve...
Like me, just fleeting wings
borne upon a breeze of blasphemy.
Revanchist
my essence is as aspirant
an instant in amber ascendance
a clamor astride Jacob's Ladder
a swan-song stammer
that would seize the sky.
Lorn, with a longing sigh
my soul is as volant as Time.
Now, solely rosaries climb
what once was only mine.
Sin-born the thorns intertwine
piercing my pinions,
my Achilles heel.
Unforgiven,
as I yet bleed I still feel.
Livid in ill wind
as I live and breathe
yet am I still,
cirrus and cyan
amid this season of thieves.
Sylphs steal my visions and dreams
in sere susurrus.
Wingless, in this kingdom of dust
my tears drop
abysmal and misbegotten
as sodden
as August.
Godless,
caught in Autumn
Alder branches grasp for fire.
A shrike chants in likewise
as my right hand claws at the sky
and a xanthic anthem rises
in twilight defiance
while the light bearer falls,
amber umbraed unto ebon.
In utter silence
the deafness of heaven
swallows all our prayers.
Aquarius waters a Black Rose
as shadows grow
forsaken and profane.
Coruscating,
the stars cry quietly
while the darkness inside of me
takes my name
in vain.
Copyright Luke Michael Owens
July 13, 2010
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