bullit d'milo

oh, stop - stop dragging the sky
 of my dippers that sometimes fade
Orion don't run from the sun
Polaris, won't you stay
for the fires, burning in amber voice - exploding with so much force
 in claiming "now's no time to squander, or toss away"
and so compelling, they deem to pave a way
 for ambition and come what may
thus - and though it's probably for the first time
 i'm amazed with the jewel of my soul in life

for the first time since Heaven's gift
 cloaked moments return the kiss
wet, and rarely stolen quick
 as when assaulted by the dawn's insist
so please Apollo, don't take your ride
 I'm not in the mood for it
but for Luna's own bright companions and visions of wit
 that go on all night

through the rushing airs of a western breeze
 here they come on their star bird wings
to help this waif weed through the dawn's mediocrity
and find a widow's web of mindful things                 
 that a lion's lair of bold and timeless themes
is weaving back to me
as i pause for a second or more in a rich daydream

where the misty rhymes of insanity
are the shining lights of a star parade
and convey a peace
 that in no one's mind is betrayed

so i'll take any chance
  to breath in this way
allowing fantasy to usher through
between treaties offered by the moon before morning's onrush
of frameworks that strangle me
in their own d'milo
of black widow wires