Gordian Knot

Birds can’t fly under plaster skies,

Alabaster.

And no wallpaper horizon

Will last for

Ever.

My weary eyes search inside

Painted flecks,

Yellow.

And sallow hours

Swallow time in my

Heavy tether.

Horses can’t gallop on smooth tiles,

Alabaster.

And no singing lark can stay tied

On the ground for

Ever.

Then plead with me,

Let promise be,

To sever:

The corded string, thick

Around my feet.

Loosen, please, this Gordian Knot,

And say to me to never

Let it bind for all time,

And stick to me

Forever.