in flight . . . and the music played
he closed his eyes
just after twilight
and rode his dreams
towards death
senses enlivened
seeking peace
when he arrived
at the gate
it was chained and locked
and death defied him
once more
he knew
in some uncanny way
that he had to find a way
to cross over
to the other side
for this is the life
the one he was stuck in
he was called upon
to lay down
and the music played
if there was to be change
then all had to change
no remnants of memory
could be held on to
and all the nuances of past pretense
past character
had to be removed
he needed more
than absolution
and this was the solution
the holy revealed unto him
and the music played
he unmounted his steed
and stood by the gate
pondering
wondering
about this plight
this night
and the locked gate
which he had given flight
to only arrive
and be refused entry
and the music played
and gently
he began to weep
and the tears flowed
from his sleep
into his nightmares
and upon his feathered pillow
only to touch again
the resonance of his awareness
in this dream
and the music played
there were shadows
and it seemed
that he was existing
listing
betwixt the two dimensions
for most men’s realities
and there hapless actualities
created when one seek to escape
as he did
when he mounted
his steed
in search of the need
he thought he needed
only to find the gate locked
as he did every night
in his flight
towards death
and the music played
© 11 August 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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