At War With The Mystics

At war with the mystics

My heart flutters

A distant movement

Through time, space and the ether beyond

For I have dreamed and I have decayed

And my path rolls infinitely on

Beyond this eternity and the next

Or so the whispering shadows tell me

The sun, the cloud and the wind are my whims

My fluttering dreams my decaying heart

I leave this all behind

To the stage of the world,

The boulevard of dispersed expectations,

Cold, fleeting sorrows and hopeful tomorrows

To the sights of today's generation and yesterday's rookies

At war with the mystics

At one with the blueness of the transient sky