To Ride Across the Dusky Sky

In moments of dreams, and reams of thought,

One might contemplate a bicycle ride across the sky.

Not unlike the popular alien and his amazed pals,

Seeing the gradual fading of day and sun, on the run,

Patchworks of land, crops, and edifices lay out below,

A view of common respect of wry hawks and eagles,

Who contemplate the quarry and plunge in dives.

Flight in all its forms and variety is lusted after,

By all that would defy the prison of gravity, embrace air,

In the spiritual envelopment of all the Angels, now and to come,

Beyond the effervescent, ever-eternal oases of free.


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