Chimera to a Flame
I stepped out amongst the black stars,
dark lights illuminating pathways that
twinkled and sparkled.
As I did so, my footprint echoed a Momentary
thought that was intent upon scuffing it’s past into the light.
A drowning, next, amidst compassed sensations the stars refused to ingest,
their comet tails knocking dreams aside despite the
eons it took to craft them.
They were crafted well,
veiled sculptures of an Autumn and Winter locking horns –
fired hard by dying suns lost along their own horizons.
Those dreams did not crack – no, a simple folding in upon themselves
was all it took
becoming Myths absorbed by their own philosophy.
That solitary step became footsteps,
Just like all the others, weathered and eroded, searching in the
Silence of the Dark.
by Scott T. O’Dempsey