UNTARNISHED CROWN OF GLORY
Into the weighted darkness
Soar the chariots of the gods.
Winged horses rising like pale clouds,
Ascending on high,
Shrouded in mysterious
Metallic moonbeams…
Noble creatures
Energized by the gods themselves.
Shadowy figures,
Frozen in time like statues,
Hypnotized by their unfolding destiny;
Unable to free themselves
From the obsession of being gods.
Forever burdened with the eternal struggle
For supremacy.
Never realizing that the weighted darkness
From which they seek to ascend,
Is but the tarnished crown of glory
That once adorned their heads.
And the butterfly gently maneuvers
Among the fragrant flowers
In the garden of merriment and myth;
Caressed by the summer breeze,
Anointed by the warmth of the sun,
Floating free…
Savoring the succulence of the moment,
Unfettered by the burden of eternity,
It lives its brief life
As an untarnished crown of glory
In the Creator's breathe.
Copyright January 1, 1999 JGO/Spanky Mongo