There is so much
you have yet to conquer
so many visions and
songs left uncaressed
so many arrows
in your quiver
You lay them down
ever unconfessed
So very near to that
final secret
within grasp of your
young tireless hand
within sight of that
final harbor
And why it's done
you can't understand
Promethean
your fire
will ever be my light
although a human heart expires
into a stormy night
Muses weep as sails go down
casting shadows on the fallen
to forever haunt the hope
of hearts that appear
here
Now you are lost
to a hungry darkness
'neath a shattering truth
as yet unproclaimed
but in the flight
of that final arrow
Now you leave a path
carefully notched and aimed
Promethean
your fire
will ever be my light
although a human heart expired
into that stormy night
