Pyre Horse

Pyre Horse

Another muse has left the page,
another star has fell;
a silent actress leaves the stage,
leaving us to dwell

in worlds left dark, bereft their light,
lacking of their glow;
we wonder where they are tonight,
we wonder if they know

the parts they hold, they leave behind,
conscious of the void;
no puzzle pieces left to find,
no trails to employ

A fire burning freely, blazed,
in forests through the night;
a tiger running ragged, crazed,
a force of nature, bright

with signals smoky, in a haze,
spun through a starlit sky;
a past laid out, a million ways,
... still did we really try?

enough to show they mattered more,
with flames fanned, faded out;
perceptions dark and shattered, raw
... a presence left in doubt

'midst memoirs, fonts remembered, bold,
in depths of great regret;
poking round such embers, cold
we hope there's life there yet

Hiding where our hearts sing, strained,
burning in cold air;
vanishing on strange winds, pained,
no sign of when or where

When the final straw meets, drops,
where backs break and souls pine;
searching for a heartbeat, stopped,
sounding out the signs

Always racing, tempting fate,
pride locked tight in a clasp;
always reaching out too late,
always out my grasp

A cowgirl riding out of town,
a sunset beckoned, breached
A silhouette, lost, fading down,
horizons out of reach

A prairie dark, without a light,
a star to keep us ground;
I wonder where she rides tonight,
I pray her peace is found

Rewarded for the choices reaped,
regardless of the cost;
dropping off the radar, deep,
... a compass point is lost

A book forever closed, for now,
with things we'll never know;
pages marked, a final bow,
two down... one strike to go

The race seems never ending, lost,
an outlaw... different crime;
when postcards late in sending, cost
... we're running out of time

Hidden safely 'neath our shrouds,
as storms run through unseen;
underneath the mushroom clouds,
we wish... we could have been

but wishes, they're not horses, bound,
let loose in life's debris;
in nightmares, daydreams... lost and found,
you'll always canter free

through thoughts ran, metered, drenched in doubt,
The dying of a flame;
a flame that's treasured, petered out,
The falling of a name

A sky so dark, so far from clear,
a day that will not be;
guitar riffs played, I'll never hear,
such crafts I will not see

A candle lit, a vigil spent,
a wick snuffed out abrubt
A candid wit, a sigil sent,
it's magic spent, corrupt

Blazing hard and burning bright,
with both ends stark, time drawn
A candle flickered out of sight,
left in the dark, we mourn

wishing we falled prouder, bold,
more than it first might seem;
behind closed doors it's louder, told,
behind closed doors, it screams

Echoing through hollows, loud,
within such perfect shells;
sounding out... it follows, proud,
in a line of text... she fell