I lie upon the dormant ground

Look up

To watch a lonely falcon rise

Upon a draft

On silent outstretched wings

Up to the moon

It spirals round and round again

And soon

My harried consciousness grows wheels

Conjuring up a chariot

It tucks my racing heart inside

Then borne up by the Darkness,

(Now a fleet and winged steed)

We all at once take flight

Through swirling mists of night

Where shadowed fields of heaven lie

Then on o'er unknown hills

Brushed silver by the moon

Forgotten lands

Where unused dreams lie strewn

Above where any bird can fly

Beyond where secrets never die

Where dragons rage with fiery cry

And fairies sing their lullabies

Where words hold nothing to the wise

And faith is yet the greatest prize

Appearing real before my eyes

So filled with life and love and fight

Makes promises to never stop

(Unless should I- from some imagined dread or fright-

Pull back on shuddering reins

With all my might)

But~

Here so near

Unto the stars

Suffused within peculiar light

My eyes grown wide

With awe’s delight

And naught but

Possibilities in sight

In liberation, Psyche’s voice

Makes clear the way

To make my choice

And so give I free rein instead

Let illusion have its head

Letting go with childlike awe

To slip the bonds of earthly law

To fling my spirit through the air

To feel the cosmos in my hair

And make a vow above all things

To celebrate imaginings