Fallow 244

The sun is shining

Blue skies beautiful obscure

A swift rising heat

The work of this day

Is to untangle message

Of the criss-crossed swords

Of the paths of eight

Of the shackles unshackled

Of the slip knot slipped

For my dream lingers

Signaling both undoing

And doing at once

Paths traced by the goats

Assignment turned in early

eep done in a snap

For my dream lingers

Just beyond the horizon

Pace set with the sun

At stroke of midnight

She will be desynchronized

With a choice to make

To go her own way

Or to arrive (beautifully/powerfully/fully formed)

And knock on my door