MICHAEL MIKUS
FREEDOM FLIGHT

O, lay me among the dead who have drunk
from the waters of the night,
then kissed the moon that sails across the sky
in veils of saddened flight.

Carry me where lustful rivers flow silver
from the star's secret light,
to cleanse cool the souls of lovers braced
with desperate passion bright.

Float me on the ancient lake with rising mists
ceremonial in rite,
then ignite the bed with a lighted arrow
to burn me out of sight.

In the canyon deep, carved so grand where time
crawls dead from walls wedged tight,
spread my ashes upon the wind to ride
drifting currents where they might.

And when you wake to a strange, new blazing sun
think of me, up there, inspite
the fun you know within the limits
pale reason hides lofty heights.

For I have died, only to begin a new
life unknown without a fight
to keep from wanting more, and to escape
in freedom's perilous plight.