Halucinatrix Diaries...Assisted Flight
On
the other side
of morning
in the
deepest valley down,
she flew skyward
without warning
in her faded wedding gown
culminating
all her
ventures
in a coup d'etat of flight
as she scattered invitations
to a wedding
in the light.
said the bride groom
would be waiting
on the stairs to heaven's door
said she was anticipating
seeing his dear face once more.
so I waived and waved
and wondered
if she found him on the rise,
and if every day is numbered
you can't blame her if she tries,
reuniting with her
solider, killed abroad
in foreign wars
she could not grow any
older waiting underneath these stars.
now I stand here in the
meadow
in the moonlight
in a trance,
and I'm sure I saw
a shadow
of them
whirling in a dance,
straight across the
cold division
straight along the milky way,
and I hope my dark decision
sent her on her
fated way.
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