In the confines of my mind
I can see my limitations
Until I decide to dream
I will never touch the sky
Haunted by the presence
Of reality unwilling
Something stirs within the cobwebs
Something wakes the dragon's soul
No one saw that dragon
More than once and lived to tell it
Understandable is panic
Still a coward evermore
In the confines of my mind
I can seed my limitations
Tell myself I need not dream
That there's no reason to fly
The horizon's just a boundary
One so far, I'll never touch it
Still a jail like any other
And the roof lets in the rain
Close my eyes against the night
And close my eyes against the morning
Let no pictures in to play
Let no images take shape
In the confines of my mind
I conceal my limitations
Though the world delights in dreaming
I'll in darkness ever lie
How, in darkness, tell the story
Of the Beast who needs her Beauty?
For you cannot see the pages
And you cannot read the words
Scent the sulfur of the dragon
I can hear him fast approaching
Unrelenting is his whisper
So insistent I should fly
In the confines of my mind
I concede my limitations
Though these walls do make a prison
You'll not find me there contained
For I've spent my only pardon
To be rescued by the dragon
He won't be quite as forgiving
When his path next meets with mine
He has given me a lesson
Which will not be soon forgotten
That when challenged by the darkness
I'll remember how to fly
The second poem, second of hopefully many more, dedicated to Brett Ralph who told me that if I wait for inspiration, a wealth of beauty might pass me by.
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