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The Flight

Many a dull moment permeates every nook and cranny of the mind
When the ears go deaf and the eyes go blind
To every sound and vision of shape, form and kind.
It is time then for poesy to spring to life
And cut through the darkness like a knife
Till it spreads its wings oblivious of strife.

Then will the mind rocket through all that is real
Befriend the impossible, enfold the surreal
Leaving no space for its cells to congeal.
The skies present no limits, the clouds no barricades
The darkness is thus lightened, stripped off of all its shades
And thoughts become ethereal, freed from the bonds of Hades.

The pen begins its journey that leads it to its aim
And visions, oh how they do unfold while Fancy takes its claim
Of facts and truths that in the process do not remain the same.
Then let me be the reaper, oh let me be the tip
And let me plummet into bliss, of dreams I’ll be the ship
I’ll join the Bards who stories told of lands pristine and pure
For in my verse I’ll be a king, a king so safe and sure.

Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:05 AM CST