And Still Wanting

How far has thou fallen renegade of the morning?

Did thy wings almost rend you in two whilst you plummeted?

The stars surely envied all thine choirs on command

The sun fiercely burning with the trembling of lost plans

 

For so did bloom the explosion of the dark

Eyes ablaze with thunder spawned the twilight of the fawn

Waves the furnace washing over quiet and thus cold

How silent and serene the heavens were foretold

Then a snarl and what clamor

digging heels betwixt thine breast

On the strident sliding singing of the seraphim

lied the fairest of the brave

O chosen one to kneel did tip thine chin instead

throwing back countless eons of architecture in his crest

 

And so I raise my glass for truer heavens past the ever shifting clouds

where alchemist died searching for the distance in your vows

Lacerating through the dance that envelopes at thine heart

Sweet rebellion never quenching with its roar upon its start

Think of me ye gods in the halls upon the hill

While I climb despite the bleeding at my fingertips does spill

No longer will another day escape the grasp of my own hand

Here on earth enthroned and still wanting

    I too, the rebel, proudly stand

           ∞