Glide Glide to the sphere, past aloof stars and indifferent suns, Take a dip at the dim glowin band archin across the night sky In which the naked eye cant distinguish you and the stars, And like the paragon I see you, Weather the storm! Glide to the sphere, where youd like a river at its upper course flow With wings unfurled and unruffled, Flappin and Lappin vigorously at the laps of Aeolus; Glide on, with Boreas and Zephyr leadin, and Notus and Eurus liddin, Glide to that sphere where all signs tell Thomases youve weathered the storm. Eze Francis, 2014.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 09:04:31 +0000