where you are an inspired thought
swimming
in the all-knowing
mind of a vast blue god,
where your body is wind and light,
and the softest statues rise
and fall like pride.
Pegasus flies faster now,
so fast you shatter
like glass from within
and you are everywhere at once,
looking down upon a softer earth,
your dear, profound jewel
forever questioning this
vastness,
poor laboring sleeper,
tamed beast that used
to devour hearts.
Don't look down, Pegasus,
ride on . . .
tear the grimacing,
opal clouds
and shake the stars from
your wings,
take me into an emptiness
called Perfection.
Only here is beauty
untouchable, unbearable,
too eloquent for souls still
sleeping in bodies.
Don't wake me now,
don't show me the sunrise
red as Armageddon.
Just one more ride
around my new toy earth.