Wandering amongst the stars,
I saw a small dis-illusion
whirling slowly and in shadow night.
Sweet light sobriety encompassed me with fervour
and it spoke and said,
really, you should take care of that.
I took it gently by the astral moments
and I sighed it into soft acceptance of my touch
and it was glad that I was there.
It melted to me and I stroked it
loving nesting here to me -
do come, my little one,
I have the time and space for you.
You need not fear the wells of nevermore
for they in truth are nothing more
than ever-widening loving touches
in a place where nothing seems to be
as bright as single suns and blue flared stars,
there to the right
we see another momentary wonder -
starfall streaking bright
and hold on tight!
We slide the ever down
yet there's no end
and it is not until we have
descended for a thousand years
that we begin to understand
how marvellous it was
to finally be freed
from all that's horizontal and that made
the limit of the right and wrong,
of tale and song and ordered to the endless,
what seemed to be so fearful and yet starblessed
if we'd only known what up and down would be,
the lesson grave
and gravity mistakenly imbued and dragged along
instead of sweet remembrance
and the now of clarity -
Angels at my back,
in my hair.
SFX June 2001
This poem made it into HypnoDreams Vol 3 "Freedom"