Saturday, August 18, 2007

Lesser Creatures

before you,
pluck them, the stars,
one after the other
from me.
For such things of brilliance
do not belong
in a soul so dark.

We are lesser creatures,
you and I,
from those up there.
And yet this beast in me
will not make peace
with its lower self.
It beats
at the cages of my being,
tight and ragged,
and raging.


poshlemon said...

I know what you're talking about and it scares me.

iamnasra said...

Its been long time for me ..not visiting and wow ..its good to b here

arch.memory said...

Thank you, Posh & Nasra; and welcome back!

thepoetryman said...

Dark and beautiful all in one fell swoop.

Russell Ragsdale said...

you've stolen my thunder! but that's alright, it was weak and useless in my hand. in your hand it is awesome.