Night Flight
Work complete; a slave to
capitalism no longer,
today.
Home safe. Rites done.
Keats read again, now time for sleep.
Prayers said. Here by Galveston Bay.
“Ride” she says; “To Freedom” she implored...
“Come to the Gods”, is whispered too...
A journey begun.
A trek through the stars; voyaging through the ether,
touring, scooting, roving, wandering;
floating, flying, riding the wind,
upon moonbeams and fast moving dreams...
Past the Fairy King... Upon the wing,
burying my fears, within Her hair,
that caressed my face, with each gust of easterly wind.
Canceling my out my shame...
Channeling my rage...
Her!
The Goddess is smiling...
Eyes laughing...
That smile, again... Comforting.
Considering? Bedeviling my Soul...
Gone; there, here, everywhere, and nowhere; all at once.
Is the distinction important?
Is the destination important?
Olympus? Summerland? Nirvana? Hog heaven?
The Eleysian fields awaits...
As, does the World Tree, and Life spring too...
Through the middle of the night; Blinded I am!!!
The brightness of perfection. The glare of Truth.
A benediction? No, I was on no drug...
Sol. The Sun? A God!!
Nephew of Vulcan...
Long blonde hair, pulled back and braided like a Holy Viking...
A pleasant looking troubadour.
A face, babyish; cleverish; self assured and yet immature.
Ya know?
His allure, now understood.
The deepest green eyes,
that even from a distance pierced the Soul.
Tanned skin. Arms thick.
My tongue did spill naught but gibberish...
Wearing a robe of white, shiny and bright.
A vest was worn, surely made from Python itself...
Drinking a cup of his sister's witches brew,
Mountain dew, from a jug...
Sandals, black, covered with the nights dew...
Tattooed; an Ankh, I believe... and, a pyramid,
a star, a pentagram, and, a cross ( the Celtic type);
all wrapped with a dragon and a tiger,
each and all wrapped around a single Rose...
A battle of Truth and Life;
thus love,
portrayed by ink...
A Bikers Art...
As above, so below...
Apollo awaits, here, now...
Standing there trying to be cool,
looking like a fool,
wondering if he shoots Pool?...
Tis Yule time, I remember,
thinking who will speak first?
As a turtledove flies from a foxglove.
The smiling God then Spoke to Me!!!
In a voice, like the sunshine seduction of some Vestal Virgin,
poetry of sound in motion.
True blue Tones; Heartily Hullabaloo; Unimpaired Uproar;
undeterred words; Muscular Music... A harp playing.
His words felt more than heard.
Love through power and strength.
“Come ride with me” said the First biker...
“A steed, of Truth, you will now, truly ride,”
said the yellow haired Poet God.
A stallion of white, with glorious wings, then there stood.
No black; No Harley orange, no bars, no shield;
Yet, the most beautiful ride.
Not a sled, alive..! A stallion!
No Cowboy, I...
But, this Great Animal I will proudly stride...
Athena will not blame me, as I am assured.
A candle I will light for Medusa and Poseidon,
barley will be burnt, and wine will be spilt,
for the parents of this Glorious ride.
The ride of my life.
The God, my fears he did ease...
Sights now will be seen. Seven wonders,
and she who left... A golden saddle
upon the ride from a God; a loan.
A gift of temporary Freedom.
His ride, a Chariot of golden Gold;
that even Midas would have cried over.
Drawn by horses four. Harness abreast. Aethon truest still.
Nine hags, most pretty, in the back; Muses all, ready for him. Wanting
Him.
The sled of a God. Radiant. The splendor of the glow.
Heat. Light. truth.
Waiting to hear His steeds beat. Such might there is in Truth...
His chariot was named of course;
as all good riders do name their ships of solid dreams.
Vessels of virtuous freedom.
This Gods was/is Osiris, stamped in Gold.
Adonis laughs at this. Reminding me of tales of old.
The Goddess was here too...
Along her brothers side in a chariot too.
Pearl white. Three wheeled, filled with night herbs.
Is it a sin, to lust over a Goddess? Bad Karma? Dumb?
“I am all women, my Love”, said She, who rules the Night.
“I am in all women, look into those eyes; look for me there”,
uttered Her, who holds my heart.
“My Son, Treat all women, as you would treat me”,
Spoke her, the Goddess of Magick true...
As the Time neared, Apollo’s ride did fly;
yet skimmed the water, from which from under the sun did rise...
The sea, steam! The Sky has beginning to blue...
Light. Fright for me.
Fears calmed by the sight of a halo bright; the rays, a sight.
In the new born light, all the Gods now can be seen...
Friends and those who do not care...
Apollo; he rose to the fire...
Two became one, again... till nothing remained but laughter, Truth, and light...
Now all a flight... Gods riding staggered,
me glad just to be a long...
The ride a morning, yet a year and a day long...
Sounds echo, a lesson is taught,
as we rode higher; westward.
Me; He wished to enlighten...
“I am You”, sung the God of songs...
“You are Me”, voiced the Titan, Hyperion...
“We are One”, healed the Doctor one...
“Family. We all are. Intertwined. United. Bound.
You have just forgotten. Remember. Imagine. Love.”
Regaled the ruler of the day time skies...
“Rites mean nothing without a life lived”,
Taught the Master of the Seven Branches and the Seven Roots...
His words brought back memories, truths and, Hopes...
Now Home,
such a start. Gods seen in all...
Heart and Soul at Peace...
Will I remember tomorrow?
(c) Papa G
