i walk towards broken palaces
like ivory towers
in the distance, castles covering the falling stars
that cascade onto crumbling sand dunes.
my heart it shatters like glass
but that doesn’t stop me from
running so fast towards you –
away from you
and into the dark forest where it is always
night but no moonlight
shines, only the illumination of
my soul that throws a glow
of enchanted curiosity.
what was it that led me here?
what was the spark that ignited
the fires? as the clouds gathered
overhead and turned silver
like swans.
what electricity travels through me
and who is even writing now?
if i stop the magic stops;
like water not flowing, rivers not running
and i know i’ll never stand still,
like a shark constantly swimming
to avoid dying,
and all the king’s horses,
and all the kings men,
could never put me back
together again.
and when it rains i cry
and it cries when i reign.
but i am no queen, like a pauper
i am
begging outside these stone walls that we built
pleading for your time
and your mercy.
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 