I am not alone in the sky
He welcomes anyone who holds dear
Forward movement and improvement
In the sky, amongst his clouds,
I met those of the same vocation
Those who dared to say no
Those who dared to say yes
I cannot say I was a prince of the skies
or even a resident
Rather: a guest
and to me, that was enough
In the tailwind of memories
I was taught to paint
To draw from the moments that passed
Colors and inspiration to add
To the canvas of infinity
To paint with what was
A masterpiece of what is
To reflect what will be
I spent my time in the skies learning this art
In the headwind of ambition
I was taught to write
To draw from within
And compel myself to heighten
The limits of infinity
To write with the ink of discretion
and piece together a work
Worthy of the shelf I wish to put it on
A work: not destined
to spend its days unread;
Whose binding does more
than tell the uninitiated what they’re looking at
And in the crosswinds of responsibility
I learned of what it means to dance
To shuffle between people
places and propensities
To bear the wind on my back
But know when the load is too much
To know when I need to relieve myself
Upon the back of another
As my tenure drew to a close
I had with me a pallet of memories
sorted, cataloged and appreciated
Not just there as a memento
Of a time long passed,
A time never to be again.
But rather they were accompanied
by my canvas of me
Where I stood resplendent
In the cloak of my virtues
And vanquished the vagabonds of Vice
In this visage I held aloft a book
Tightly bound and filled to the brim
With the words I found hard
To find the first time around.
Rather than stooped in a cavern of sadness
The letters huddled together
In throngs of joyful being
Forming odes and ballads, songs and smiles
And above all else, I danced
In sync with the rhythm
Of the world around me
And in tune with the band
Of relationships I hold dear
Nothing forlorn in the posture of my limbs
All done in tandem
With the beating of my metronomic heart
With the canvas, book and dance
I jigged forward into the infinity
The infinity of what has yet to come
I stood facing forward to the future
To where my past met my present
And when the gift of now
turned his sights, ahead