Poetic Music

Frozen

If I take a single step,

the past will fly,

as birds in the sky,

patterns of instinct alive,

beating memories alight,

an explosion gone surely in time

painful, beautiful, slow,

yet certain in the way,

in chaotic unison they fly

Will I sink again this time?

Will the memories make me hide?

The veneer of hope itches my mind,

feeble and broken, far from sight

the fleeting sunset does not want to die,

it seeks the darkness, with fear, cowered in light,

towards the unridden way,

I step, fly, in fear, that darkness is all I will find,

I stare at a beauty that will never arrive.