Eternal Morning

I am beginning
to disappear;

it has been
a long beginning...

several times a year,
the light shifts

from young faith
to old bodies struggling

to move through air,
resist the earth,
dress up their bones,

tie strings

around their dreams
to keep them nearer.

Our end, perhaps
is fallacy- a winged horse,

an invisible cloak,
a magic button

or the desiring

of an eternal morning.