Love,
we long to
gleam like
chrome in the
sunlight, but
we cannot remember
the last time that
we were touched.
We long to
fly, but forget
that we have
wings. As we
shed our skins
and slink quietly
from the bright
shining walls that
surround the
city of youth
our eyes are
caught, downcast
on the road ahead
and we may
never look up
to see the sun shine
like a god of
flame and sky
or the moon,
mistress of night
and consort of
heaven. We
lose ourselves, bound
to the ground
refusing to soar
and breaking our
bones against the earth
as we crawl
dirty and lame
to a empty death
in a lonely silent desert.

Somewhere I burn
with the hope that
I can tie myself
to the sky and
ride the wind to
tomorrow
never looking down,
never looking back,
stretching my wings
and shining like
chrome in the sun.

AcB 1.10.00