Transit Poetry The Sunvoyager
I'm floating with joy on aglow wings of light
To beckon the stars and the night's bright bride
I'm hovering free like a traveller in mind
Across the orbits of thought maligned I wind
I'm riding with bliss on the back of a dream
With magic I feel a redeeming gleam
Escape from the day to lucidity's realm
To find final peace where ideas overwhelm
Nothing feels like a sun-ride
which takes me high to blood-burning skies
Nothing feels like the sun's guide
that makes me drown in blood burning skies
I'm bleeding for you as the son of the earth
With meekness I go back to the fields of my birth
I'm cutting the flesh that's hiding my soul
Bury the limbs in a groundless hole
I'm smashing the clocks on my journey through time
To fasten the light in sublime time rhymes
I lift-off for more in the arms of my love
My voyage leads home, on suicidal paths
