Sing the song of the flight to life.
Carry your soul in your old kit bag.
Carry your city with every breath.
Carry your loves well packed in tissue.
Carry your fears in a solid box of take-on luggage
Because you will Passover
‘Cause you’ll write your Tablets,
set fire to your gods, cross your river of flowing gold
Because you’ll promise your self
a land of silk and funny dreams
Dreams of immortality
Dreams of eternality
Dreams of sick transfusions that delight your progeny
I am your flight attendant
listening in depth to your vulnerability
cheerleading you on,
throwing high the baton
while you compose your ode to joy.
sing your flight to live the life of the travelling warrior,
to explore the way of the choir of pilots who chart their soul’s journey beyond the beyond.
Come intrepid one.
Come board your flight
You are on time,
in good time to be uplifted
into the symphony I have sketched for you
and you will bring to be
the melody of a soulful life
(1) This poem was inspired by AJ Leon, Melissa Leon & all misfits (plus all that love their mission to catalyse revolutionary change to our world).
(2) This poem was inspired by the songs of Walt Whitman & the great friends I’ve gained while live streaming “Leaves of Grass” via Periscope – saved on http://www.Katch.me/omaniblog