Birthday Flights

by Christopher Shin

Time goes and I
stand alone in
the mess of
distrust and
empty promises.

The flight lingers
as the jet lags
behind the broken
steps leading
to the clouds.

The sunlight beats
down as faces
stare in empty
as they search
the earth for a grave.

Sometimes we stare
into sky in hope
that life can
live without the
endless tombstones?

Slowly we close our
eyes and we sleep
for a moment
so that we can
hope as the air thins
we will awaken in
one piece.

Only to find that
we are satisfied.
So I cling to songs
and chants of decades
gone, and worthy to live
three of them.

I grin and follow
the flocks with lands
to disappear and come


Posted on 06/03/2009
Copyright © 2022 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/03/09 at 03:09 PM

There is a peace here that soothes. I like it!

Posted by Kris Mara on 06/04/09 at 12:56 PM

this actually bores itself deeper into my heart with every word I read....there's a great contemplative sadness in it...a human fragility that is so familiar it's internal...and I'm struck by your words today...(at least this is what I'm hearing through your words)...

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