Flight Of Dragons Poem by Natasha Ashwe

To soar up to the mountains of the heaven's shimmering storm foils
Our minds like weightless carriages tear through light, lift us beyond
Where the mirrors part and shadow and fire twist in and out of voids
And chasms lay open wide the secrets of those once distant apparitions

To capture the silvery substance trickling from quaking thunderclouds
Thrilled, stunned and magnetized, wings and lightning; leaping synchronicity
Sizzling red slickers of flame, sizzling red slickers of our blood
Up in the glorious heights where these jagged flickers rip into infinity

To kiss the face of darkness, peering through the haze, damning the fraud
Of time and reason's fathomless, riddling eventual madness
Here our spirits' needless burdens are unsaddled and cast back downwards
Into the bottomless pits of nothingness where our lives were formerly harnessed

To rise in the tumultous winds that waste the faint throb of human breath
And feel no dread or care to stoke the strength of those inferior pulses
Here over and over we throw up and swallow in a multitude of deaths
And the choice to descend back to the earth shall be to us a choice bethrothed to Remorses

To feel the throb of the voices of creatures of old existing in everlasting time
We raise our spirits to grasp the endlessly flowing chorus of life
They sing one song with a single verse in a single joyous line
'Praise, praise, praise the Creator of All, for we are staying alive! '

To be; the purest essence of our flight of reason is 'to be'
Perfect knowledge of every exploding, divine, electric sense of being
Overwhelmed high in the forges of thought where creation's dance is free
Soon we shall embrace the entire universe of life the mountains were concealing.