The Landing

on a plane trying to draw out every moment before the landing...

The cloud,

 A formless palace in the sky,

 Drifts by in the haze of this fleeting dreamworld:

 Out the window that keeps me separate

 From the freedom of its emptiness

 As if to enter it's glittering void of star and city light

 Would immediately dissolve it into its own abyss...

 

 Consecrated by this boundary

 This metal bubble drifts through

 This most intangible of kingdoms:

 Empire for the passing bird

 Who never stop here

 To make their home

 But ride along the fallow winds

That blow in this world of transition.

 

How I long

To join the darkened skies,

And drift among the passing clouds:

To live forever in the flux and flow

Of the homelessness of empty space.

 

But I am not asleep tonight

As dreams fly me outside this shell

Made of flight and metal hollow

To the wind's cry in my new domain.

 

But ground draws me towards its wake

For dreams that flew me from its grasp

As my world falls from me like a stone

And from this,

My kingdom

I stand overthrown.

Author's Note

Longing to live in the kingdom of the sky....

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I like how you make this poem about dreams and soaring on the ether in limitless state of anything is possible. You have made this beautiful and profound. The wording is done extremely well conveying your ideas.

[Pratik]

Good one! This treads upon something that many of us have felt.. but haven't been spoke before - at least i haven't read something like this before. The moment you look outside the window of the airplane.. you see a flurry of clouds and the sense of flying that manifests is so liberating!!! I loved this... the ending is also well-put.. the feeling is transitory.. we have to reach the ground at some point or the other! Unique concept and well thought of!

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Personal and deep piece. Intriguing.


Nicely done!