Perilous flight
Don't you know me any more?
You claim you are not there when you are there,
you are not reachable at home when you are home,
your spirit is dispersed and vanished out of sight
in constant flight, escaping from the troubles of mundanity,
evading the ridiculous controversies of childishness,
like all controversies forever were and are,
just soaring on the wings of music, harmony and beauty,
while the worries grow beneath you, reaching for you,
like an evil silent octopus in merciless indifferent greed
seeks out the swimmer to engulf him in the abyss
of the tragedy of life, that none of us escapes forever.
I will not disturb you but protect you in your flight
in preparation safely on the ground
to watch you like a guardian angel
not from above but under you
to be your catcher in the rye
and keep you up by stronger winds on firmer wings
than any bird or butterfly or angel ever used;
since I am always flying with you,
not on wings of vain escape
but reaching ever forward
for the light of love that never fails.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-06-25 at 10:27
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