The gathering storm

Let it sweep us with it
up along the drifting clouds
in furious chase of the infinity
of glorious flight to nowhere
except neverneverland and beyond.
We don't even have to fasten seat-belts,
hurricanes and storms will pay our tickets
to the moon and planets and beyond
and let us comfortably sit upon the wings
of fortune, dreamland and angelic music,
making us untouchable to mortal petty things,
while elves and angels are our only proper company
to take us seriously among the clouds
in that alternative and only truthful world
of beauty, joy and parties going on forever.
Welcome, anyone who cares to join us
on our everlasting trip to love.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-02-22 at 19:48

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Rob Graber
"and let us comfortably sit upon the wings / of fortune...":
I like this very much.