Cannot Beat Without It
I don't know your pain
I can't wear your chains
But I see shards of glass from your shattered image
Now mingled with your heart
And there's blood on my hands because I held it
How your soul cries for leaving
Never realizing or believing
That no matter where you are
You are far and away
Atop Alexandria's lighthouse
Looking over lifetimes
To record the toil of ancients
Unseen by everyone
But you and me
Because you direct my gaze
And those worlds are made alive by your telling
I ask you
Where did you sit on the Ides of March
When mighty Caesar believed he was beloved?
And why did you not cry out?
A lean and hungry look took
The Lion Heart!
I ask of kingdoms and heroes falling…
Patiently you open the doors
You who can see histories complete, histories to come
But…
You were appointed to witness
The stories, the myths, the legends
Not
To change the course
And for that you are haunted
Your stoic eyes pour out their sorrow
Lamenting that you are not a god
Yet in some way you are
As you eat and drink the immortality of your words
So I sit at the dusty riot around your feet
To be taught and told secrets
My heart cannot beat without
from Mythos
October, November 2011
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