Pendragon
07-23-2008, 11:22 AM
Moments…
Gone in the space of a moment,
The thought travels the left hemisphere.
Impulse rises like an Autumn Sun,
Tickles me with fan-like fingers
Biding me serve its command.
Am I such a slave to my passion,
Indentured to serve only my pride?
Or can I shrug off this Sisyphus Stone,
Honor becoming the frontrunner again?
“Everything we do and seem,
Is but a dream within a dream…”
Pendragon
© Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Gone in the space of a moment,
The thought travels the left hemisphere.
Impulse rises like an Autumn Sun,
Tickles me with fan-like fingers
Biding me serve its command.
Am I such a slave to my passion,
Indentured to serve only my pride?
Or can I shrug off this Sisyphus Stone,
Honor becoming the frontrunner again?
“Everything we do and seem,
Is but a dream within a dream…”
Pendragon
© Wednesday, July 23, 2008