THE OTHER SUN

Beautiful Eagle, proud and strong
Fly me to The Other Sun
The one the Godsons
Have always spun above The Earth.
Beautiful Eagle, I've run into you before.
On these early morning walks, where memories never balk
Right up there in The Frontline, lined up, on cue they stand,
Ready to march onwards
Following their bliss like the rest of us.
That is the gist of my curious thought today.
What do you say, Eagle?
May I follow you?
"Hop up onto my back, hu- man
I'll take you to places where you can go mad if you want to that badly.
So I did.
The sound of our wings flapping in sync
Shattering The Essence of The Winds of Think
The Rain of Feel I often fail to drink
The Touch of Universal Wheel,The Spinning Axle of Spokes Unknown
Left me breathless.
Soon we were beyond The Crowd below
Above The Stress of Human Tone
In a world only
Princes and Kings have known.
Where silence splits The Air
Into a thousand pieces
Phosphorescence teasings
Falling to the waiting ground below
Like Particles of Ideas
Barely touching the greed and confusion
Lying down quietly, caught somewhere between The Captor's Lair
And The Conqueror's Throne.
Oh, well! They'll know sooner or later where we have gone to,
Where our true home is.
Their Sun will have gone down
While ours will have just begun
Showing us The Way to the heaven
Beyond The Other Son!
Aho!