A puppet on a celestial string
the dance of moonbeams
across cresting waves
lends to daydreams
of hopes I’ve yet to attain
footprints in the sand
stragglers left behind
ballads are sung by a heavenly band
urging me to stay aligned
waves lapping at my feet
I stare into a starlit sky
this human form seems obsolete
its existence hard to justify
I’m just a contestant in this game show
a puppet on a celestial string
a player in God’s minstrel show
a soul on the wing
sun peeks above the horizon
casting tangerine across the dawn
I’m tripping on nature’s psilocybin
this heavenly phenomenon
Originally published at https://medium.com/poetry-publication/a-soul-on-the-wing-7834636ed097