A Final Flight

As the tides are drawn upward by the moon,

I look up toward its surface,

Its bulk draws me upward,

And this force will suffice,

To aid my wings in their labour.

As the clouds swirl all around me,

And around me their hands do smother,

I break through their enveloping tendrils,

As they give up their cover.

Passing ever upward,

The horizon bows at my height,

As the blue falls behind,

As the darkness falls,

I pause.

All the stars are laid before me,

A blanket, sewn together, at its edges,

And within my vision,

Lies all, that ever has been,

Produced in the existence I live in.

The moon, I see as my Heaven,

It calls to me and yearns for my company,

So I propel myself forth,

With light filling my sails,

From a source that never fails.

Craters that exist become larger,

Others are born and grow,

Mountains cast shades,

I begin to slow,

To prevent my arrival into darkness.

As my goal blinks into darkness,

The edge, still is lit, in the distance,

To avoid the night,

To catch up the light,

Of its edge, I keep sight,

To the light, I give flight.

Below me a forced dawn is occurring,

As its brilliance dazzles my eyes,

Toward my new companion I am drawing,

Through his landscape am soaring,

And with glee in the meeting,

The moment seems fleeting,

But so finally content am I.