FLIGHT TO HIM

 Poem by Celestine

Trees for water-seeking souls,

Time pieces sold my future, randomly.

Let's kill him!

They cried in chorus 

Ravening the virgin moon.

Angel fliers Sunday

Came to him in the rafter of his mind.

His heart went crazy out of the trees,

Holding my storm beats.

Trees for the hearts still beating,

 Despite the hire time of illusion. 

My broke eye saw the real world,

Incense and wine flourished

When I touched your lips,

Covered with birch.

I saw my flight to you,

When I stopped your smile,

Stopped the world from dreaming.

Then the fruits of a diseased spring

Had caught into your hair,

And I blew myself away.

  
 I lied when covering with green

  Your believes:

 That today's the day of foaling a mare,

Baking popular blue bones 

Of some called Universe.

  The woman's seat on a chair

  Played you!

Why crane forward to see 

My flight to you?

  Why God's nest into this world?

  Growing delirious love inside your lungs.

  Why cry for a moment,

  Then forget for eternity?

  Break the walls around your ears,

  Break my dream about birds.

  A mystical flight inside your head

Killed the idea of me.

  I was once the hand into your hand,

The dance guided by those wings.

Dangerous touch of light

Covered my spinny, 

Into your arms.

 

   Today is the sorcerers' day

I shall see again!

Knowing how to die inside this world

 I guarded your shoulder,

When you washed my heart.

 

Washing those blue bones out of rage,

When the sky above hated my little world,

For such love.

Tired flight of two legs,

Broken wings for two arms,

Lost dreams for one heart.

I need more time...

To make this flight.