04-02-2013, 02:02 PM
And there you lie, fragrant with ambition,
laden with tomorrow's chance
but trapped by soil and circumstance
until the winds spread pollen across
your lids and yellow your gentling breaths.
With questing feet it comes
to dart its artful tongue into darkened chambers,
seeking nourishment or illusion
to lift its wings and carry that which may be
to those you'll never know
unless you uproot and learn
how to fall.
laden with tomorrow's chance
but trapped by soil and circumstance
until the winds spread pollen across
your lids and yellow your gentling breaths.
With questing feet it comes
to dart its artful tongue into darkened chambers,
seeking nourishment or illusion
to lift its wings and carry that which may be
to those you'll never know
unless you uproot and learn
how to fall.
It could be worse