Lion II

There is a lion laying in the dark.

Behind the darkness, like inky, red, velvet.

You can feel her stare.

Waiting.

Watching.

But it's not you, she hungers for.

But, still, she is watching you with bold eyes, steady and unblinking in the dark.



I am a lion in the dark.

I am waiting; hungering for something, for someone.

For moments unturned, still standing still, and yet, this Lion heart of mine beats steadily out the earthly rhythm of time.

Moment and minutes and days. and I am trapped by the very thing that gives me my life; trapped without the broad empty canvas of time, to live it, wildly.


I am a lion and I am waiting in the dark.

Set me free, from this gilded frame.


Feel my desire. Feed my hope.

Set me free out into the wild dawn.