gallop rises to the winds
and treasured feathers of the wings
descend into the sharpened quill
conveying songs in tones it sings.
Transfixed by arc of brilliant light
upon reflective armor of the call
to feel a glimpse, eternal and sublime
a thousand faces hear the feathers fall.
Thundering upon the inner ear
from lightening sparked awakened sight
freed from time's terrestrial pursuit
empowering every ember to ignite.
moment of the spiraling myth
born of blood inspired again today
one forever demonstrates the muse
imprinted in the essences of clay.
into the armored world
for transmuting, founding, and release
unlimited by numbered signs and words
the infinite impressions find their peace.
ROBERT JACOBS © 2000