The Flight of the Soul
Poem
by Jad N. Abrena
Gimme some shrooms my soul was screamin.
Since that day, that day that I started dreamin.
Dreamin about a land that only I understand
-understand things too profound,
and it ain't about the world being round.
The flight of the soul this journey is about.
To the heavens, to the lowlands we pass with out a doubt.
Silver dragons of seven miles.
Orange dolphins cheerin with pride.
And the purple sunset peering though the cracks of this ancient shack.
In this land they call thee, the Vulture king
-the Vulture king, the leader inside this ring.
The king flies with heroic stance,
and leads his people courageously as he stands.
The flight of the soul this mission is about,
a soul that once upon time was all burnt out.
The Flight of the Soul© COPYRIGHT 2005 Jad N. Abrena. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 07/20/05
