Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Black Horse

Black Horse

I'll be off now;
lost is better than found--
gone as a jet horse in purple night
impossible to see
my blackness in the dark
as see blotted stars by broken day.

I'll be wearing the mist;
empty is better than full--
 an icy locket at my throat
pearled with thorns and carrying a face
I'll never show again

where leaving is better than staying
looking is better than finding--
opening the quicksilver box,
I let the songbird out;
flying is sweeter than singing.

~December 2012

Didn't expect to be posting anything for awhile, but had a dream. Hope everyone has a fulfilling and happy holiday season. I may or not be posting further this month, depending on the muse.

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Image: Black Magic, by Rene Magritte
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