Soaring, from arches of mercy and reconciliation
Forged to withstand the burdens placed on them by
Nature, people and time. Worst of all, time.
These burdens are light, compared to his
as he takes flight
With broken wings.
The air is perfect,
indistinguishable from skin
only a gentle breeze revealing the truth
caressing his face and neck.
“like mom used to do,” he thought
“Before, growth and life and surrender.”
“Best of all surrender.”
He thought back to the day it fell apart.
When the seams of reality stretched thin finally burst
And he caught a glimpse behind the curtain,
And it was perfection.  Empty, silent, perfection.
And he was never the same again
For he knew it was only a dance, a beautiful dance.
And tonight he was dancing too.
From arches of mercy, on a flight  
Which he never planned to land.