Sailing on my Heart

I caught the light in my bony fist;
A dark cage and its gaoler thumb.
With freedom, it shot past my wrist,
Retaliation in mind, blind and numb.
I blinked as it came; a shower in my eye,
Spots on the ceiling to even the score.
Pushing past, it hit the marble shy,
Rising and speeding, to spread the lore.

A rustle brought the wind with its comrades,
Few old leaves and assorted pollen.
I closed my eyes and left the raid,
Engaging in a dream I had once stolen,
Last seen on a stormy night,
Painted on the back of my lids for a moment right.
I left the ground for a ship in the clouds,
Nobody to chide and no talk of shrouds.
Sailing on divinity and suspended by will,
I am homeward bound with a heavy till.

A light came, blotching the paint,
Reality pounced, speeding unchecked,
The sun was leaving the setting quaint,
As I gazed, the leaves darkened and the night decked.
The house behind, woke and spluttered,
A curtain billowed and voices beckoned,
I shut my eyes again undeterred,
Yet the ship had sailed, as I had reckoned.

A restlessness creeped into my heart,
Yanking from beneath and climbing aboard,
I steered it past the curtain and hearth,
In search of its Almighty Lord.
I lay my head on the dusted ground,
I opened the sails of my dusty heart,
It rose and rose to astound,
A meek soul cowered apart.