Upon a Whim - A Fluster of Thoughts

Upon the wing, upon a whim
We sing the songs we were born to sing

Back to a life of servitude
Don’t let it taint your attitude
Smile a while in gratitude
I pray you may see that you may feel.

I may look alike a clown
I may act alike a fool
Still I’ll never forget the blues
They taught to me at school

My heads a whir and my cauldron astir

My alter from which I worship
Is the heart of the sun in blinding

Through watercolour skies
Blue vibrations churn the sylphs of the atmosphere
They move in circles eternal.

How is it you know my age when my form is withered out of time?
How is it I know your soul when I never came to know mine own?

Upon the wings of unity we ride safe in clarity
Secure under the illusion of sanity.

Meditate your state of mind.
Find yourself but take your time.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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