In flight [#20 Pepper]

In flight

         for Pepper

Is life but a stage for your audience, this flesh mere props to act out life's lines? Are your costumes chimera and our voices echos of what screams to be known deep inside? Is the heart just a paper cut-out, some random symbol?

You strut at the fashion show; you twirl at the festival. No burning-man flames better than you, burns quite as bright. The light of your eyes beams down the runway of life, awes audiences that adore you. They clap as you flap wings as if to fly.

And you do, spread your arms wide, take a dive off the end of Life's stage. At the edge of their horizon, you soar; you pass them by.

© Kåre Enga [168.224] #20 November 15 2013

An earlier version

In flight

         for Pepper

Is life but a stage for your audience, this flesh merely props to act out life's lines? Are your costumes chimera and our voices echos of what screams to be known deep inside? Is the heart just a paper cut-out, some symbol?

You strut at the fashion show; you twirl at the festival. No burning-man flames better than you, burns quite as bright. The light of your eyes beams down the runway of life, awes audiences that adore you. They clap as you flap wings as if to fly.

And you do, spread your arms wide, take a dive. At the edge of their horizon, you soar; you pass them by.

© Kåre Enga [168.224] #20 November 15 2013

Note to self, previous version: Is life but a stage and an audience, this flesh merely props to act out life's lines? Are our costumes chimera and our voice echos of what screams to be known deep inside? Is the heart just a cut-out of paper, some symbol?

You strut at the fashion show; you twirl at the festival. No burning-man flames better than you, burns quite as bright. The light of your eyes beams down the runway of life, awes audiences that adore you. They clap as you flap wings as if to fly.

And you do, spread your arms wide, take a dive. At the edge of their horizon, you soar, you fly.