Holding station in the outfield

Celestial creatures lie in wait

At the point of greatest doubt

Gravity will fall away

 

Drifting frozen crystal vessels

Or silent isles made of dream

All my life I’ve tried to know them

Either way

The myth is real

 

The soft white edge that paints a promise

Serenely mocking fear and awe

They ride each wing like dolphin escorts

The secret God and pilots hold

 

Reflecting on another sunset

Silent vigil until dawn

You mark the passing of the days

No mourning as each turns away

 

The burden of these precious husks

The things, the tiny lives we cling to

There’s nowhere here to find a foothold

You may as well just let them go

 

Your joy is in evaporation

To ascend above the dread of endings

To reach that state

Of pure existence

Never touch the ground again