Thursday, February 21, 2008

ThanatEros

A limping wolf wanders aimlessly
through a lengthy gorge that sits
atop the world. Sunlight streaks the
craggy rocks to his left. Pours of
moonlight caress the polished stones
to his right. Walking tires him and troubles
his injured leg, but a secret restlessness
pulls him towards the distant horizon. He
howls helplessly at the cold, quiet stars—
never realizing that he's merely crying
upon dead light.

1 comment:

elise said...
This comment has been removed by the author.