The Desert Path
Put it in again,
this embryonic plague
calls me home and leaves me breathless
I have fallen heroes
clinging to my back for a moment in the flame,
moths with wings transparent as night sky
and antenaes seeking blood in the water.
I've drawn outside the lines again
and can spare no more blood for the inkwell,
this book is greek to you
crimson shadows to steal my sight
and draw the blinds.
The bondage of this path
betrays the strength of spirit we need to walk it
and pulls warriors into the bog
not to transcend but to fade away;
ethereal and lost in the hearts sea.
Oasis' dawn in the desert field
to reveal sand dunes to pull us away,
obscurity and failure.
not again, please.