Spirit Within Me
A spirit moves within me
I feel it straining free
I can almost see it
A runner frozen in time.
My pen twitches
Bold strokes, long lines
Do not capture it's form.
How can I show it, when I cannot see?
Meaningless lines!
You darken the page
And yet show nothing!
The eye and mind's eye sees naught.
I can almost see it
The runner straining free
Heart of hearts
Do I not see wings?
Meaningless lines!
I shall try this again
And try to show the eye
What the mind's eye almost sees.
See there, a runner?
Glorious and free
Caught mid-step
In the start of the race.
See there, those wings?
Spreading high and wide
A wonderful sight
That I can barely see.
See there? A minor leap
A single down-sweep
And the runner will be finally free
Born on glorious wings.
Leap not, spirit runner
Thy are not free
Nor shall you ever be
For you are locked within me.
I can feel you stirring
But I cannot set you free
I cannot even see you,
Nor the lock, nor the key.
Crude representations must serve
In the blindness of my hand
Marred lines, spilled colors
Show thy form to none of Man.
How I wish I could see
This grave and beauty
Speed and power, caring
And sensitivity...
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