Night in full flight
sits upon my chest,
pinning me down
forcing me to make sense of it
and use it wisely.
But I rise up like a cackling spectre
and ride this ‘night’ on its satin back,
peering through the windows
of a turbulent world
and spreading a morning mist
as the light of day hums it’s way in.
I shall have little sleep this night
for I follow the Pipistrelle and Serotine
way up in the sky allowing myself
the ecstatic joy of dancing with the Lights
of the firmament and the winds of the earth.
We are all things of the mysterious and the mundane
and yet we cannot grasp the magnitude of
of the brilliance of all things….
for we keep ourselves asleep
when in fact,
it is time for us to fly.