Hokai, so just as a preface... explanation... thing... majig... This poem is from my junior year of high school. I wrote it for my creative writing poetry portfolio. I can't really remember what the specific assignment of it was, but I did write this poem whilst listening to David Lanz' Wings to Altair (hence the title).
Warning: Old poetry is OLD.
Wings to Altair
It's more than a dream, but less than real life
this wonderful vision of mine
It feels more than real, but can't quite be right
like a wave in a straight narrow line
There's a man there I see, such a handsome young man
and he tells me we're soon to be late
And I try to look back at the world that I know
just to find it's no longer my fate
For the real world has limits and questions and fears
and it holds back a spirit like me
Saying science and logic and religion is right
that my mind simply cannot be free
Urgently, urgently the young man then speaks
saying Altair won't wait very long
And he takes both my hands and he murmurs some words
not much of a spell, but a song
Then soft wings do spring forth from his shoulders and mine
ways to air and to freedom and sky
And he leaps from the edge of a clifftop so fearless
and he spreads both his wings so to fly
He calls out to me saying I should not fear
but the cliff right then seems much too high
And through mortal world limits and fears I then leap
with a heart-wrenching, tear-jerking cry
And no death do I find in that perilous jump
but a weightless and wondrous surprise
For the wings on my back work much better than well
And I soar with my wide-open eyes
Through clouds and through mist and through open space too
We make a surreal, heavn'ly flight
And the time in my world seems to matter not here
for I see neither twilight nor night
And then in the distance the young man points out
Is the sky city place called Altair
Which is where I was born to eventually go
where my free mind could wander and fare
Where the questions and fears of my limited home
mattered nothing, no nothing at all
And just outside of the gates of Altair
my wings give out and I fall
Down, down through the clouds and down still to the earth
where my limits and fears can return
And my limitless mind has to wait for the time
to make logic and science all burn
So I wait for the day when my wings will grow back
and I'll take once again to the air
Away from the logic and questions and fears
on my white-feathered wings to Altair
