Dreams of Flight

1.

The wind buttresses my fingertips

They play a medley of notes in the air,

Tap at the invisible membrane of reality

In nonchalant joy

I look down and I cannot see the ground.

There are no brown-green crumbs

Scattered below.

No crooked silver lines,

Cutting impossibly straight

Man-made incisions

Into meaningless grammar.

All around me is blue.

And white.

Blue and white melded so inseparably

That I see them both as one.

Blue is white

White is blue.

All around me is emptiness.

Emptiness that is filled

With blue and white.

I look for the sun.

And then from below me,

In the far distance, to a side,

I see clouds.

I know I made them.

I made them so I could find the sun.

To find the sun I had to look for it.

To look for it, I had to hide it.

And so I made the clouds.

I looked for the sun I hid in the clouds

The clouds were pierced by yellow light

And my blue white sky was simple no more

It was indescribable. Inexplicable.

I strain harder, arch my neck forward

The wind lilts lost melodies in my ears

It carries whispers of other times

Other 'me's

I strain harder, arch my back and twist

I want to fly around the cloud

Look behind the cloud, my cloud

Find the sun. My sun.

I find the sun

And wake up the dawn

My dream ends

The wind dies

The sky fades

2.

Swirling through whorling grey cumulous clouds

Plunging into its dark dew-and-dust heart

I swallowed a pearl of white light that burst into

A thousand and eight threads of gossamer shards

I rose up through countless wayward kisses moist

Each kiss held one life fulfilled,death asleep coiled

I rose like a bead of blue lightning from a brow

That frowned dark and deep in unceasing pond'rous toil

The wind stole the kisses, it wiped them away

And wrapped me in shrouds of cold sky in their stead

It wailed and it laughed and it shuddered in dread

And it threw me into another bright day