by Shawn Allen
The time has come to paint the clouds
as we sail toward realization
of our own true apotheosis
on wings we, ourselves, fashioned
from screaming glory and heartbreak,
from hours of passion
and momentary decades of pain,
from illusions of loss and separateness
and honest convergence of souls.
From all of this and all of life
these wings are made,
and with our hero’s hearts to guide
and give them flight, we rise!
Shawn D. Allen,