Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Frail this Flight

We search for other words for love
and speak in code to deny devotion
For this is mystic speech, too sacred

It is faith in flying
a rush of jet fuel and metal wings
we lift off and a small miracle takes place

But no one wonders at the miracle
or applauds the pilot's magic
as we race through stars full steam

We are hurling through darkness, headed
home and homeless, all at once
We are hovering in a dream

Choosing not to question the magic
Pasting wax and feathers to frame
Relishing the heart's departure from the sane

Behind Eyelids

Basalt images paint their electric
Patterns across my mind's eye
As the synapses fail to fire
The circuits fail to sphere

So this is what it feels like
to let science do its deed
This is what it feels like
to be the one in need

You can never say never
and so I hail the chief
The metaphysical thief
will no longer be my companion

I'm walking the wire again
No more falling through air
The red tape has been cut
and I have been declared sane.