The clouds,
like some ethereal land,
stretch out below,
rolling in shifting grey masses
to the brushed streak of tangerine,
the very edge of the sunset.
This could be a nether world,
and I am here;
here where we throw ourselves
into uncertain fates,
relinquishing control
to grasp
whatever faith can carry us
over the night.
As the last point of color
disappears into blackness,
there appear a thousand lights,
and every one of them is
a universe,
every one of them is a world,
where lives are lived
weaving patterns intricately,
though they will be forgotten.
This limbo
we subject ourselves to freely,
to catch a glimpse of the unknown;
to believe in other people’s realities.
All at once the sky slants;
I feel paused outside of time,
but fear has no hold over me now,
for I am in the air
inside a glorious night,
and for a little while,
possess wings,
in streaming, courageous flight.
