One Last Flight
In the ecstasy of flight.. stuck somewhere between time and space , my mind soars free, unfettered, as in dreams I fly high above in the glittering ,gleaming light of a thousand stars.
Flittering and darting, diving and turning somersaults , high above the frigid waters below.
Looking down , I see four masted galleons, roll like careful drunks, with a cautious but proud kind of dignity, staggering home, after an evening at the local watering hole.
I sail ever onward, following the drung of the glittering moon,
capering across the endless meadows of the bottle green Atlantic,
dotted with melting iceburgs in the frigid waters below.
Like humongous relics of a long forgotten time , they cry their silent tears, as they sit like naked spinsters , blue veined, with grey green jewels inlaid and suspended between their frozen age tipped breasts.
Ever homeward I fly, over this eternal ocean, where captive spirits of the
lost, wail like the long forgotten Irish banshees, mourning their last lives.
I play, wheeling and streaking ,ravenous with unknown hungers, with the strong winged seabirds in their never ending quest for food.
I long to reach my island, that rocky outcrop, jutting stone finger of isolation, rising from the angry seas, like Venus from her bath, where white capped ballycatters kiss her jagged shores.
There I will rest.
Home, how sweet it seems , home, where family waited with oil filled lamps agleam against the dark, rocking silently at prayer, in those long silent parlors, left sad by my leaving .
Now empty rocking chairs gather dust and spiders make their homes in rusted lanterns long burned out and empty.
Where, once sturdy garden gates droop, like aching mouths in dentists
chairs and missing fence slats remind one of a small child's missing teeth
Sadly, I arrived much to late, for all the music has died now
leaving behind only the sound of ocean as it moans in compassionate sorrow
for my distraught disbelief
A final broken lullabye for a bewildered heart's joyous dreams that
have withered and died leaving behind only this spot of bitter earth
Drung ...narrow pathways
Ballcatters. Icy spray meeting the shore
© 2009 jollynoblefrog
(All rights reserved)