The Stony Eyes of the Lions Stare At You

 

 

 

The Stony Eyes of the Lions Stare At You

 

Stop, passer-by, read your

Sentence to oblivion, private time

Where in a sea of personal emotion

Go the ships tormented and stormed

That gave birth to motivation

On the thin pirate ship of insomnia

Noiseless as the hooves in your mind

Of the love-stories scripted and unscribed

In the memories fading barely above water

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stop, passer-by, make the illusions

Real, the illegible shapes of desire and myth

So private and slaughtered like the village girls

Of who you once were and who you had

Wanted to be, your ached neck

No longer singing the notes of youth

 

Stop, passer-by, once again to admire

Your wings cooled with horror of how

A life can become, tattered are the immaculate

Swans, who once grazed here, like dear ideals

Of love and happiness, now you simply

Read your characters out of stone and

The astonished wool of veins of sacrifice.