I rarely write poems, and this one was written just today, inspired by a long drive home. Four of the lines were written years ago, and I guess I just finally needed to finish it. Enjoy!
Many times to his winged back I’ve strayed
in flights of fancy and cosmic dreams.
Among moonlit clouds we galloped and played
and danced in the waters of starlit streams.
We frolicked upon oceans of air
and played within the sea.
And it seemed I had no care;
but this one thing he bade of me.
This precious secret I must keep
and let no other soul discover.
But I was careless in my sleep;
I forgot my promise and told another.
For the worlds of dreams can deceive
and give you power to destroy.
I was warned but did not believe
and so I lost my precious joy.
The one I told was full of greed;
she set out to take my treasure.
She stole what she did not need
and traded pain for her pleasure.
Now I sit in cold and silent rooms
and pine for long lost dreams
where I escaped my inevitable doom
in worlds where nothing was as it seemed.
So many times to his winged back I strayed
in flights of fancy as dreams allow.
But the silence rings with his spirit betrayed.
My winged horse is a statue now.