Poem 100: Gifts of Flying

someone who did not die
in the service of reasons
dark and solid mass
knelt up today
shone and prayed for us
before the line
too sharply drawn
even for reason
could cut him down
he uncrossed
his virtuous sign
and rose up shining
and above the heights
of our unknowing

unseeing

into the skies
of no limit
especially when
ascending on dreams
to build
a farther sighted fortress
for the airing
of our views
along the towers
of watching and waiting
secretly for the tenancy
of this un-reasonable
castle that extends
for the moment our knowing

fleetingly

the wings of tomorrow
and the dear gifts of flying.