Gliding

I was somewhere flying mighty high

Was gliding past the middle line

A green-eyed boy sat next to me

As angels sang, “You will be free”

He grinned, observing me asleep

And knew I’d passed out from a weep

Exhausted, I was hardly strong

The lad heard my faint holy song

And I was spent from thinking through

Of what was false and what was true

A shaking, rattling lined my bones

My tired hands clung to my poems

Was it to end?  Was I to die?

Or was I blessed to fly so high?

Was doubtful of which way I’d turn

But deep down I knew I would learn

That love is fierce; the spirit wild

And I was just a freedom child

That rode the wings of pilot cars

On Earth amongst the endless stars

Would not give up but give my all

So fucking stark yet such a ball

At finding what I really was

And seeing what life really does

It took me, made a mess inside

When I fled home and tried to hide

But I could not escape my fate

Of passing through the mortal gate

Into the hands of time and space

Within the minds of human race

And coming to a point of love

While I was traveling up above

“Dear Mama, I am almost home
‘Cause baby girl is quite alone.”

That morning I had packed my things

I sound the bell and let it ring

‘Cause nowhere I would rather be

Than in the arms of family

Retraced my steps and let it go

Continued forth into unknowns

My time in youth, I came to learn

That wonder makes my ego burn

And where it is my truth resides

Is all in me and lives inside