If I could fly my friend him ...

If I could fly like my friend,
Him
And survey man’s dominion
I would feel a oneness
A harmony
And empathy
With life and mother nature;
Away from man’s
Demonic reasoning
And death deemed just
And dehumanizing

And I could tell my friend
Him
I see the light, and feel the breeze
Of freedom in thought
And fancy
Of trainers with suits
And odd socks and caps
And tongue of many languages

And as we scale the clouds on high
And view the sea below
I hold the hand of him, my friend
And touch the mountain top
Caress the lay of the land
the desert,
a tree; and as I do
I hear a distant yearning
whispering on the wind
comforting yet ushering me on
lest I dwell on the
Struggling below, not from
Poverty, but greed;
Misconception and hate
A ruthless state
and
Development plans …

And so I fly with him my friend
Never stopping, drifting on
Amongst the clouds with rain
Betwixt a tear shed here and there
For this my friend is fate.

J 9 May 09