Silver Wingtips

We are all fastened
Oo the heights
On bird wings borne,
The wills of men
Scything through the clouds
In our iron chariot
Drawn now by charging
Stampedes of horses
Their hoofbeats thunder
In our anxious ears
As the ground falls away
Into liquid space
And from the heavans
Perch and perview
The ants scurrying
In shining shells below
We could sail eternity
In our skybourne ship
In the footsteps of titans
With eyes of eagles
Our hearts drink rapture
Of creation below
Unfolding its wings
To us embrace.
And higher still
Leviathons
Dragons of silver
And purest white
Drift now beside us
In silent communion
Their forms as myriad
As the winds they glide on
Until forever stretches
Along the horison
The sun kissing
Our dipping wings
A spiralled decent
Cradles to earth
To the lowliness
From which we arose
That our hearts
Now satiated
May desire once again
To walk with angels in the heavens.