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Title: Have you seen her? Post by: siger on January 29, 2007, 08:22:49 AM She hides.
Like wisdom to a fool inspiration hides her face from me. She mocks and teases, with laughter un-seen, she seduces and flees when she hears my foot falls; she hides from me. I am lost, I who dared to catch the temptress, i am alone, I who once had cupped her breast, i am left with nothing but a scent on air-still i am left with impotent memory of her sweet full lips. She wouldnt follow me here; and im sadly pleased, she belongs in the sun, and in memories. For now i sit in the belly of the beast, an alien in a waste pile; no place for a queen. I sit in the wastes of Tarturus a land devoid of dreams, i serve out my punishment, for daring to dream; But even in these cold lands, there're things colder still; the eyes and hearts of men, are ic'd and chill'd. Should i pity them, them who have made home the mouths of dragons? should i curse them, these who make shelter of open-fields. I should thank them, and spunk them, and spit at them, and hug them, them who have taught me the meaning of dreams. Coz they cannot dream, these cold-filled eyes, they squint and dart, but they cannot find, a thing called Awe, a woman called Dream, they can never see what they dont know. She hides. Like a bride distressed she hides from me; she has read my thoughts about aiding them. "Shall i offer my woman to the touch of wolves; and have her teach them a thing or two." She hides, and laughs coz now she knows, i'd rather not dream than make her a whore. The writer has moved to Andrews University, USA. for the next few years. As he sits in the belly of the beast, he acknowledges that the current writer's block will need more than African inspiration to break. SHe did not cross the ocean with him; that seducer. She hides..... |