Man in the Air

 

I am a man that is in the air,

weightless in the momentum

from a horrible fate;

thrown into empty space

one day after

my dream completed.

Drifting orbitless

no motivated movement

drives my shadow.

I stand in my forest

looking to the valley,

looking to the ridge,

looking to the sky;

and no day ends.

The stars sing a lonely song,

a summer chorus enjoying the night,

a parade of timeless motion

revolving within my skull.

Hope wandering the eternal voids

allows tiny souls to view

destinies short and long

in an incomprehensible perceptive.

I hear the chimes

my loves so cherished

as they filled the very earth

with warmth and joy.

Their voices still fill

my hollow ears

as a gentle echo

lost.

 

I wander now

on this marvelous globe

stunned and helpless,

flattened and scared,

tied and freed.

Tied and freed,

floating above the masses,

suspended over the tides,

fastened outside any dream,

tied and freed.

A life lived

within a life lived

I step only to step.

I step only to step.

I sit with my dog,

growing old,

and tread the paths

clean.

There is a rain that falls

once in some hidden summer

upon the dried life waiting

in erosions' embrace.

Bathed in the sweet rarity

time becomes mute

and I wait

for another sunrise.