Flight

Statue in Motion

And if she moved the spell would break
Or so the voices said
Her glittering skin would quiver and quake
Split and toss her dead
From pedestal to shattering floor
Just shards there at the end.
And so her heart’s dream she foreswore,
A wound she could not mend.
The death of dreams a grinding pain
A throttle for the soul
Till what at last, what does remain
Unheeding, submits to their control.
And yet, sometimes a spark ignites
The dream once more alive
Spirit, soul, gird, take up the fight
For freedom’s bliss to strive
In that striving, joy may be found
Hope, sweetening, fresh and pure
Makes music of the silent sound
Of waking dreams’ allure.

She dances, winging along the shores of Where They Will Not Go, and if she’s lost to them, she does not mourn, for her eternal lover she’s finally found: herself, free.

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