Myth

 

It’s missing

But what?

It’s the unnamed

No name

Flash of

Something.

Dancing around

To others

As if they

Deserved it.

Maybe they do.

Who am I to say

As I shake

Shudder

Moan

Mutter incoherently

Into unconsciousness

Where I beg for

Solace

On my knees

Begging

Pleading

Praying

To the unknown

And the

Unnamed.

But no sleep

Comes to those

Who wait.

I look out

And see the mermaids

Splashing

In the sea.

They sing of

Feelings I’ll

Never know

Taunting me with

Their beauty and

Knowledge.

I let my toes

Into the sea

Which has now turned

Red by the blood

Of the

Suffering

And let it

Lap my flesh

Seeming to invite

But I know

That I’m

Never allowed to

Enter.

The sea-maids

Are gone

And above I hear

A phoenix’s cry

As the sea turns redder

And as the tears

Of the fiery myth

Fill it up.

“Why do you cry?”

I call up

To the flame

And it replies

In a tongue unknown.

I feel the night

Around me

And the bird has gone

But so has the sun.

I feel a pulsating heat

In my

Palms

And looking

Down I see

My gift.

I smile down

At my

Own

Myth

And treasure it

And

Swallow

It

Whole.