Thursday, July 29, 2010

the myth

Heavily she questions thought

and time itself surrenders

The conscience of surreal mind

arising on her benders

Mysterious in self belief

they dart and eye their prey

And flashing darkness is relief

for words cannot convey

Elusive one, for she is not

the icon of our danger

Though eyes are wide and stumbling now

sweet focus on the stranger

Aloof in mind and body she floats

The search of it in vain

Ideals remaining far beyond

they're hampered by the rain

So habit brings and habit forms

The cycle is beseeching

Perpetuating myth and lore

as darkness is her teaching