by
rgpage

the way at certain times i feel
my hopes, my life, my only goals
take wing to mental fantasies and soar

high above the scarred and tortured reality
to which i awaken each day.

alone now i feel the excitement from
the magnitude with which my giant brown
winged chariot carries me on an odyssey
seen only through my mind’s eye.

and as i look out across the broad massive
expanse of one wing alone, dwarfed by just
a solitary feather, i feel the security of
my mental fortress.

before me lies the horizon of life, a life
in which the sun is slowly waning toward the
west, oh God let this vehicle of mine catch
just the traces of twilight and hold them.

many times i’ve flown and many times found
release and gently glided to a soft landing
in slumber; sheltered in that darkened void
until awakened by the harsh light of day and
only then to realize that my journey had safely ended.

the light of life is real, yet the dusky
light of evening with its twilight softness
rounding off the sharp edges of my loneliness
is what i must cling to, and to this light i fly.

one day soon, with the change of the season
the sun will set completely, and
i on my final voyage will streak into the
darkness, crashing into the inevitable mountain
of death. leaving not the traces of sight or
sound, but just the absence of a person so
wrapped up in his own loneliness that he
couldn’t see the true light and love of those
around him….