The madman is lucky; the insane happy,
For it's their minds alone which have achieved
the greatest degree of freedom in the flow of thoughts..
The passion in ambition &
the obsession in achievement,
the vividness in imagination that their dreams are full of - is unmatched..
And I, I was fortunate enough to overhear
the prayer of such a madman.. though not really a man,
a form of life bursting with handsome youth
--
"Oh my dear sky,
I cling to my hope of hopes,
with eagerness not lesser in degree of greatness than that of
a drowning man
who holds on to the last bit of wood which floats in the tempest..
that the depths in which you keep your stars,
all safe & sound - should be real & not a wicked illusion,
or trick of ye,
to console tired eyes.
And the heavens in which the clouds reside,
should exist, as certain as I do.
My dearest time,
hold your tide. stop awhile.
Don't move so fast, let the night last longer,
Don't be so swift, let the night eternal be.
Stop & stand still, in the name of God,
in the name of my faith,
so this night lasts log enough for my escape from the world.. into the skies above
To my friends, the birds,
lend me your wings for one night,
So I can fly away, far from where I am,
So my feet don't have to imprisoned on the ground..
but can fly in the skies above, among the clouds,
Have pity on me, an insignificant piece of flesh & blood,
And do not, pray, refuse a humble request.
For the night,
I have only this to say,
On bended knees, I will beg your forgiveness -
for intruding on your deepest silences;
But when I don't have a reason to be here,
You will, will you not,
embrace me within your depths?
I implore you, for I am tired of the world!
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