Post by goldenmyst on Feb 15, 2024 9:29:42 GMT -5
Blue Angels of Highway 61
Passing silently across the dark Mississippi hills
crimson sunset falls across trees
Cool piney air blows through the window
Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness
with sand banks pale yellow
Cars flow down hillsides
their headlights blind me
to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by
Transfixed in the headlight beams
a martyr of the night
who bears the cross of Jesus
On this Via Doloroso made of asphalt
Back striped like a tiger in the dark
But his ribbons red with whip of Christ
Her doe-eyes gaze upon him
with a tear dropt like a single petal of a rose
whose thorn is a nail
driven deep in her heart
But Native American flute music
plays on the radio
Soothing, haunting melody suspends me in time
The road unfolds like a path to some sacred place
Endless banking and swinging around curves
through the limitless void of darkness
She sits beside me speaking quietly
of life, death, and rebirth
Her syllables flow melodiously from her lips
a river of wonder, passion, love
Hungry to know what lies out there
beyond the veil
Her soft voice caresses my mind
Sends me to a place out of time
a celestial sphere of shining light
where eternity stretches out limitless, and majestic
Human reason cannot lead me into this mystery
She touches my hand with divine warmth
like an angel of mercy
She leads me from wilderness into myriad worlds
We pass refineries, ascend the interstate
Glide down the concrete skyway
I pass through the city
oblivious to the lights of buildings
as they shimmer in the night air
My thoughts escape the bounds of the city
encompassing multitudes of worlds
as I descend onto the street
lined with stores, gas stations, ephemera
The kaleidoscopic world dances by
Trillions of atoms vibrate
in a chorus of wave patterns
City life buzzes to the fields of energy
Thousands of people trickle
through the labyrinth of streets
like corpuscles flowing through a maze of arteries
in a cybernetic organic body melded with circuitry
People move
through the mechanized hive of humanity
like angels flying in formation
through a celestial sphere
beyond care, fear, or pain
the apotheosis of humankind
We are children of the stars, divine but mortal
My heart flutters, as the stream of humanity
vanishes into the ethereal night
leaving traces, residues of energy
in the arc of light emanating from the street lights
Ghosts, ectoplasms of the eternal,
Endless palpitations of life
The light flashes green
Passing silently across the dark Mississippi hills
crimson sunset falls across trees
Cool piney air blows through the window
Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness
with sand banks pale yellow
Cars flow down hillsides
their headlights blind me
to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by
Transfixed in the headlight beams
a martyr of the night
who bears the cross of Jesus
On this Via Doloroso made of asphalt
Back striped like a tiger in the dark
But his ribbons red with whip of Christ
Her doe-eyes gaze upon him
with a tear dropt like a single petal of a rose
whose thorn is a nail
driven deep in her heart
But Native American flute music
plays on the radio
Soothing, haunting melody suspends me in time
The road unfolds like a path to some sacred place
Endless banking and swinging around curves
through the limitless void of darkness
She sits beside me speaking quietly
of life, death, and rebirth
Her syllables flow melodiously from her lips
a river of wonder, passion, love
Hungry to know what lies out there
beyond the veil
Her soft voice caresses my mind
Sends me to a place out of time
a celestial sphere of shining light
where eternity stretches out limitless, and majestic
Human reason cannot lead me into this mystery
She touches my hand with divine warmth
like an angel of mercy
She leads me from wilderness into myriad worlds
We pass refineries, ascend the interstate
Glide down the concrete skyway
I pass through the city
oblivious to the lights of buildings
as they shimmer in the night air
My thoughts escape the bounds of the city
encompassing multitudes of worlds
as I descend onto the street
lined with stores, gas stations, ephemera
The kaleidoscopic world dances by
Trillions of atoms vibrate
in a chorus of wave patterns
City life buzzes to the fields of energy
Thousands of people trickle
through the labyrinth of streets
like corpuscles flowing through a maze of arteries
in a cybernetic organic body melded with circuitry
People move
through the mechanized hive of humanity
like angels flying in formation
through a celestial sphere
beyond care, fear, or pain
the apotheosis of humankind
We are children of the stars, divine but mortal
My heart flutters, as the stream of humanity
vanishes into the ethereal night
leaving traces, residues of energy
in the arc of light emanating from the street lights
Ghosts, ectoplasms of the eternal,
Endless palpitations of life
The light flashes green