How to Fly?

To measure such life, an existential dream; and human pain,

A mystic bridge. We perish—to evolve; and live to fly. A

Year has gone; and eyes have grown; and so much to pace;

And so much to love; and yet we love; and yet we fly. I

Drift—a portal; and praise the Christ; and what to give: a

Soul to fly. A mystic cries, and dies to live; and yet to live,

The soul would churn. Such mystery: to fully fly; and such

Death: to freely fly. My spirit mind, a subtle wound; and

Cryptic wings, a soul to drift; and zephyr pain, to float the

Waves: a need to pause, and rock the cage. Indeed a life, to

Live and cringe; and feel a tear, a need to fly. Awake a

Flame, a mystic torch; and dying faith, a human curse. I

Pause and pray, and pace and pause; and much to live; and

Much to fall.