Aloft

Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves. - Thoreau

speculative and restless

always rising to a slender dawn

infused hither and yon

bottomless and sublime

cutting and crude

blown and flown by a still beating heart

tried and convicted by the greedy, hubris of hurled currents

elicited emotions aflare

soaring and diving

take my string

don't lead me astray

not upon this or any other windy day

Author's Note

"We never exchange more than three words with a friend in our lives on that level to which our thoughts and feelings almost habitually rise." - Thoreau

Reviews

[lightsong]

I wonder dear Pete, when You wrote this were You thinking and feeling the same as I am reading it now? how come in these short lines You speak volumes to my mind, of my thoughts... speaking on that deep level, with that higher feeling.

Two parts what I see here. the first is about that higher inner being, that knows no bottom nor height, a sublime soul who knows how to always be aloft, always find the way home, always growing and blooming... then comes the next part, You see, this three dimension world, these sucker people who feed on that soul... what can lead to being lost. yet, on another hand, as the saying goes (lost to be found) some people need to be lost in order to find the truth. while other just born within inside them and their job is to keep it safe through this life journey. never an easy task. I find my self getting emotional over this one Pete, and I again I bow to your ability with genuine admiration.

[Pete]

you got it all, every last bit. yes, i was feeling much the same way that you describe when i spilled this. i love your thoughts here. much impressed and appreciated dear poet ... :)

[lightsong]

most welcome You are :>