My Beautiful Cage
I look up on a crisp clear morning
And I sight the heavens,
I envision the gods of ancient Rome
And I see
I see the limitless world
Ripe for my winged conquest -
- But now it is dusk
And I look up again, at a dark dreary dusk
A blanket of rippled grey clouds cages my vision
And as the flaming red giant settles for the night
It casts a red deep hue across the bloated belly of the clouds
And I feel drowned
A fish with no gills gazing at the surface of its cage
Red ripples of cloud rolling over, an enshrouding blanket,
And as my wings of naivety wither
And I drown
I cannot but think how beautiful a sight my cage truly makes as I gaze up at it wistfully
© Samir Georges
2010
Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2010
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