..:sacred flight||the second prayer:..

..:sacred flight||the second prayer:..

A sacred privilege is flight
Like a distracted star
I lose my exterior
My constant
My irrelative variable
I lose everything in its path
I lose myself
I elevate
I drift into Holy Winds of Babylon
I have no fear
No weakness
No distrust
No diffidence
My only flaw is that I am human
Yet, I am blessed

The Trinities shine upon me
And lead me on my path to Heaven
Cursed with the shadows of dessicated angels
With tears of blood
This is creation
This is sin
This is...
Reality.

Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my dream.
Welcome...
To my illusion.
 
The sacred flight.
Awaken
From your deep slumber
Of ignorance
Awaken
To see the moon play havoc
With your mind
While the sun watches..
Eclipsed, in glee
Call upon the Phoenix
With wings of silver white
And eyes tainted red
Like scarlet clouds
Ride into the horizon
Leaving behind a trail of motionless dust
Ride into oblivion
And contemplate
Possibility
Of existance
Rise...
In flight...


Elevate
Gravitate
Resonate
Precipatate...
Be pulled into your own dream
Allow...
Acquiesce...
Hold with yourself the inhibitions
That drive away diffidence, faithlessness
And weakness...
Embrace the Blue Prayer...
Of skies marked Cerulean
This is creation
This is nativity.

Elevate yourself, and set yourself free.