And Then I Could Fly…

And Then I Could Fly…

I jumped from the bridge one dark foggy night
Delusions of loons preparing for flight
The river’s allure caressing my soul
With runes on old parchment from unsacred scrolls

The water felt cool ’gainst feverish pain
Bathing the pother that wanders my brain
The current kept pushing me deep in the silt
Keeping me warm in the soft earthly quilt

They gathered around me with eyes of pastel
Beautiful faces to bid me farewell
I reached for the maiden with the kindliest smile
Thinking that maybe we’d chat for a while

But then there were angels
Filling the sky
Lifting me upward…

And then I could fly

I hovered above the tempestuous stream
Reflections of Eden I once saw in dreams
Unusual hues in gardens of light
Entwined in my wings of crystalline white

I saw the reflection… my face in the mist
My curious blues with innocence kissed
Stories untold veiled in runes of the light
Like crimson enkindling the dawn from the night

My life laid before me… my treasons my troth
Wrapped with transcendence in fine sacred cloth
My breath must surrender to cold mortal brew
As wildflowers bend neath pure morning dew

And then there were angels
Filling the sky
Lifting me upward…

And then I could fly

Then I had visions of one maiden fair
An angel’s voice echoed from neath shadows bare
Blue eyes had opened on smooth river stone
My breath in reflection of where I had flown

And then there were angels
Filling the sky
Lifting me upward…

And then I could fly

Namasté

Michael33

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