Tears of futility

Rested, like carat gold.
On a relief that sits inside our hearts.
Heavy, and stuck inside such circumstance.
Were you grounded, or too afraid to fly?
Salt may corrode this weathered mind.
And tears flow on runways down my cheeks.
In the face of such disappointment.
Locked once more in the hanger of thoughts.
And memories of loss and stained souls.
Yet the stars beckon and entice.
Calling you higher.
A calling that whispers in your veins.
So easy to take off, but harder to fly.
Impossible, when you’ve let the world clip your wings.
For the illusion of maximum highs.

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Altitude

Coast, and watch the earth rush.
Exiting an atmosphere that leaves me short of breath.
To go. Or a departure fare we’re forced to pay.
Stamped across our hearts.
Fold, snap, begin.
Bend, as the metal twists in fear.
A decay or revive; a brain tick to a different beat.
Brought down like a plane from the sky.
Fallen, like a metallic angel.
Swallowed up by the ground.
Did the descent disturb your nest?
As I crashed through the trees of your mind.
Setting the birds and the inclination scattering.
Chaffinch’s struck by the bolts of the irrational, litter the forest floor.
Where you hid all of your feelings.
Which tear will you wipe away or sew stronger, better?
Twist the fuselage of us back together.
Or let the engines burn out in the end.
Be brave. Be here. Be now.
These things will not keep us down.
Close your eyes, and join me;
soaring to the moon once more.
Watching the dust fall once more to the ground.