The Master of the Sky
I woke up then on this dream-cast plane.
Had a good life in the limelight fame.
Searched the forests and with nature found.
Some peace of mind except for the sound.
The roar of silence, my fathers' voice.
Reminding me to make the right choice.
Ghostly faces haunting the night mist.
A young couple for the first time kissed.
The sound of the gentle rain falling.
The spirit voices faintly calling.
Tired eyes watching a colored sky.
Then closing for the spirit to fly.
Life has its big bag of surprises.
For men and all of their disguises.
The Pythagorean kite flies high.
And so does the master of the sky.
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2021
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