Cosmic Wings Poem by Juan Olivarez

I dream of flight, at night,
higher than any feathered bird.
Climbing, climbing out of sight,
higher than you've ever heard.

Higher than man made machines,
far beyond your wildest dreams,
high above all earthly stings,
far above mans petty schemes.

I glide beyond terrestrial bounds,
soaring through space, without a sound.
Beyond the stars that shine so bright,
with their cold and incandescent light.

I fly I soar, on cosmic wings,
passing by moons and planet's rings,
getting closer all the time,
Oh, glorious this soul of mine.

My soul is free, and sweetly sings,
there's no more pain, all is so bright.
and now my spirit sees all things,
I bathe in my creaters light.

5/11/10 29 palms ca.