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