If the archetypes are always there
Hovering lambent in the air
Then by the logic of the stars
Our task becomes to let them shine
In us their greater lives
Take up our parts and places
In their fairy-tales and legends
Their deeper battles fought for us
Cold light against warm darkness
They too dance to a still higher
Imagination a music
Of whims and wishes
Dying for transformation
Playthings of the sun
No comments:
Post a Comment