THOUGHTS AT AN AIRPORT

 

 Thoughts at an Airport

I stood half naked, my feet in the paddy fields

Looking yonder beyond the grey dense clouds

My life was before me, my life was sealed

Before the creator of the universe

The Mad Molecule whose disciple I was to become

The countless trains and planes that I had travelled in, were ever present

And the people staring out of those windows, that I smiled at

Wishing for the same things, hoping that their lives would end in a haze of a forgotten dream

 

Someday I would transmogrify like a spotted butterfly into a shining knight

On a white light flecked steed with its' long sweeping tail

A scabbard at my side with a long un-drawn sword...

There would be tables decked with evil things to eat

and imbibe...

Lit candles, Pottery and Silver to eat from

and clear crystal glasses to drink from

How long will the master of the universe look into your eyes and say

That you have been a narcissistic beast of this earth...

There are friends who have looked into my conscientiousness  

Beautifully crafted 'menschen' who without, my life would have been an empty tin

The sons of the father who today can stand on two legs and fight for a pint of beer

Think their way out of a vortex and rise through the froth, to the top

The Mad Molecule will always have the last say and seal that top...Claustrophobic or not...

I head for the mountains and into the highest and bluest peaks

The vistas below extract all the senses that are contained within...

 

The love of my life slowly rises up from the ashes

And struggles to become that person once again...

The trampled path leads to calmer fields...

with yellow flowers and Gods of spring waters...gurgling through hollow rocks

💜

 

Oh Mad Molecule

 

You are the only one who has the power to uplift and place your hand

upon her head...

 

May you stay forever young (sic)  

Michael - February 2020

Dedicated to Linda, the prophet of endurance and pain