Phaeton

Patricia Barber - Phaeton

Blinding my eyes

As if Heaven sent you

Son of the father

Son of the Sun for whom

The Hours attend

And the East Wind waits

Holding her breath

Because she’s afraid

Bewitched and belittled

By daddy’s light

Crowned and cloaked

And ready for flight

On a chariot drawn

By fire breathing steeds

As the stars scatter

And the Moon retreats

Slapping the reins

A dilettante drives

Winged horses of the Sun

Into the open sky

Divine fire in the hands

Of mortal man

A coarse charted then lost

For lack of command

Dust to dust

And dry as bone

Hot as hell without trees

Without snow

Mother Earth now choking

On soot and ash

Begs for life

For those with one

Last chance

Who’ll save us now?

Rap~

Till to end~