Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Trapped Between Eras

In the hanging garden of wronged
Angels and children not yet conceived

You find one trapped in amber not yet
Hardened and determine to set it free

Knowing there is savage trickery needed
If success is to be had, you disguise

Your intent, become stealthy as
A sly sleek snake slithering around

The edges of Eden looking for his woman;
You shed your scales and stand just

Before you reach the drop caging it
Then, hold it high against the dying light

Alarmed to note it no longer stirs,
Fearing it has succumbed to its future

In the present tense, you cannot resist
Shaking the bead like a baby’s rattle

It is no use, time has won out
This one is frozen in place forever