Source: lomography.com
Behold!

In flight, myself, with others,
Steely eyed
And focused on the drifting clouds
Above

Floating in light
Constant, unwavering light,
Soft,
and cool
against the skin

Above me...

A pinprick becomes a small tear
A small tear, a rending,
A rending, a sundering

Below me...

A sob
A plea
A curse
A howl of anguish

And the light begins to fade

No longer floating high,
But
still floating

The light is slightly dimmer,
But
Yet I still see clear

Around me…

The sundering and howling
Intertwine
To batter the light

Spinning threads of sadness,
Turn to sorrow
Turn to grief
Turn to despair
And wrap around me

To pull me

Down

White becomes indigo
Soaring becomes skimming
Day becomes night
And I become

stone

Standing in darkness
Constant, unwavering darkness
Hard,
and burning
against the skin

Behold.

Myself. Myself. Myself…

Alone.

Teary eyed
Unfocused
On the ravaged ground
Below

© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
2015