Saved

Saved, and flying clean over hell.
Over the frost and fields of fury.
Free and high,
strong, and in command
of the land and sky,
and stars in glittering and eternal splendour.

Master of the air and my bones.
Master of the thrones of kings,
the four winds, and seas
that heave and curl in tumult.
I fly and bend my world as I please.
Free from disease,
and cured from sadness.

I am polychrome.
I am the peach coloured clouds
that langish in sunrise skies.
I am the birds that turn and twist and dive
in the rich liquid paradise above.
I am oxygen, earth, fire and ocean's span,
and I am love,
vapour, energy, spirit,
and man.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.