For one hundred and twenty years
Trapped in the maze of this mirage,
Where I began, I can go back never;
Here I stand and face the bare fate
Or is it nothing but the illusion ever?
As Aurora releases the first dewdrop,
I go high over, down under
From one end of the horizon to the other
Across the five continents and six oceans
Above the heavens, below the abyss
Far into the milky ways and back to earth
with the jewel of hope in beatitude.
Thunder and lightning swirling
The palace of heaven tumbling
The Angels of Mutiny are falling
Falling below, downward, falling
into the sea and the earth.
While the light of Divine Grace
still flickers on the scraped wings,
They become the Good People
too vivacious to be in Hell.
The wind of shrill west rides
On the scarlet waves of sunset,
The sun sinks into the edges
Of the horizon in a soft silhouette,
The longing for the unknown
Mysterious, amorphous, gorgeous
Springs from the wings of Pegasus.
Carry me into your faerie chariot,
take me away from this humdrum rut
Over the bridge of the rainbows
Far away to the Elysian gardens
Where I will promenade fancy-free.
She followed a full bright moon
That appeared from the ocean’s edges
Where day’s detritus disappeared soon
Under the arch of rainbows over the horizon;
Upon a hill across the moonlit lanes
She looked at the world below
Revealing wondrous symmetries
And every part of her breasting the breeze
From the ocean far away yonder
She flew down the starry stairs
With felicity that was not ecstasy
And resembled pleasure only
As the breeze resembled wind