The strangest things

Let us now do the strangest things
We'll grow two big beautiful wings
And then chain ourselves to the ground
With words of doom and fearful sound

We'll dream of flying and ecstasy
Of peaks unconquerable, of glorious apostasy
Then we'll wake, and fill each moment of each dying day
With thoughts undone, with dreams unmanned
With sculptures of freedom
Washed away by the ocean
For they were only built in sand.

Let's do this now, it'll be loads of fun
It's how the rest of the world gets their kicks
Growing wings is enough to get your fix
For flying could get you too close to the sun.

Midnight Muse

And what of the moon and stars
What do they do when we rendezvous
In kaleidoscopic bars
Do they go chasing each other across the sky
Winking in fright or delight
Do they commingle over made up histories
Or lie
Do they find solace in the arms of darkly attractive strangers
Or rest quiet, waiting for us to emerge
That they may light our way through the never ending remnants of the night