poem: Chasing Dawn

for Lonestar

 

Come, tonight, and spread your wings with me,

unfettered shall we fly, without definitive destination:

Just this- to taste the air at midnight

and soar into the Aurora, wingtips aching, straining

in the currents of truth that will envelop us

like the weights we place upon our own souls

to keep them from knowing

whether or not we are, at heart, afraid of the heights.

 

And the cumulonimbus never seemed so close as it does from here,

but I promise you, together, at the end of night

we shall also chase the dawn.

For right now, let’s ride the beautiful waves of the poles’ light,

shimmering curtains of joy,

particles dancing in darkness, glimmering electrons.

The wind deafening, stillness interpolating-

And from perfect agonizing tiresome glorious heights

take my soul in your mind’s hand,

and dare to look down with me:

 

This deceivingly barren world is unexpectedly alive-

you can trace our path there, below us- the one we followed

to reach our launching off taking flight place.

Here is your river, over there mine

with each tributary large and small that fed them from the source

high in the frosty terrain of adversity

down past the cascades of experience, across the plains of goodwill.

In the soft light, all is beautiful- can you see that?

 

 Come, Wind-Dancer…

You can reach higher than this.

Place your fears behind you, send your sorrow to the sea;

unlock your jesses, and surf the jet stream with me.

Ascend, mi alma, into your feathered form

open your mouth and taste the night.

 

Run the flavors of your life across the tongue, savor each aroma

because from here, all we see

is that the forest of our shared interactions

is whole and hale, individual trees growing proud and tall

as beacons for our earthbound selves.

We cannot from this distance make out the ones that failed

[withered and dead from neglect or falt of light and love]

 and they do not matter from here, because they have fallen

back into the earth to nourish the living.

 

 

We also do not see the intertwining of roots

and the countless small things required to grow trees.

Simply put, we know only the fact of trees.

And this wind in our eyes.

And the clouds. And the Aurora. And you.

Sharing this with me

 

So course left and fly, for everything that remains.

We’ll plant another tree when we stop to celebrate this night’s

pending, sky-softening, glowing edged, golden tinged, loving

drifting and secure and gracious dawn.

 

If you look, you can see its gentle strains

waiting for us to turn eastwards,

after we learn to love flying blind in the thrilling unsureness

of the moonless night.

If you release your weights, and stop searching the sunset

You just might accidentally encounter

The most beautiful sunrise you’ve ever seen.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

"Come, tonight, and spread your wings with me,

unfettered shall we fly, without definitive destination:

Just this- to taste the air at midnight

And fly into the Aurora, wingtips aching and straining

In the currents of truth that will envelop us

like the weights we place upon our own souls

to keep them from knowing "

...most eloquently spoken and written..It reminds Me that when I take trance form as A Redtailed Hawk.. this is what happens.. how I feel.. meshed with the powers of the nite and dawn...except that (our) My goal is to be in the ether to serve...We bond and serve together.. NA bird and Man ..free but ....

[Larry Dyson]

launching off taking flight place.(pinnacle on high)may I suggest this ?..

[Larry Dyson]

on rereading I love this summation.."If you look, you can see its gentle strains

waiting for us to turn eastwards,

after we learn to love flying blind in the thrilling unsureness

of the moonless night.

If you release your weights, and stop searching the sunset

You just might accidentally encounter

The most beautiful sunrise you’ve ever seen."

[An owl on the moon]

Achingly beautiful dedication... it is a soft journey into the richest wonders of the world.. connecting and sighing and shining... In a world with so much pain, how the thought of two rivers mingling and dancing and that sunrise scene call to the heart. May you find what so few ever do.. Aching more...

[Chris]

Sunrise, coffee and Thee... a lot of heart and after tastes...

Chris

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the last stanza. Especially the last two lines. This is delicate and stunning the imagery of flying is light and feathery. There is romance in this poem and it is wrapped up in this beautiful wording with mysterious meaning. Great write

[Jola]

I wish you the most beautiful sunrises ... interesting work
beautifully written:)
Jola

[emmajoy]

Oh my, oh my .. this seems to be far more than it ever was; it holds a magic beckoning to a being that needs to fly, to feel, to come out of shadows and - just be. Your words are so beautiful in movement and meaning, yet tho i can see their flow, their intent is partly hidden - and meant to be.

' .. after we learn to love flying blind in the thrilling unsureness of the moonless night. ' .. .. there's so often that pause, that wondering if .. but those words will carry the flight onwards and upwards, they have to!

[Jibey]

This writing reminds me of some of the wonderful 19th Century Romantic poetry, with its majesty and golden glow... and I am thankful that we never lost the pleasure of it all... leaving the f*****g critturs on the countertop to their own devices, lol

[Emily B]

beautiful . . .