Out Of Space And Time. Poem by Ravi Panamanna

The poet sees through his father something beyond this life. He is now ready for his final take off from this world.
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Between life and death
Life is a delicate swing.
Between red and green
Life is a brief orange shade.

Between here and now
Is a testing moment.
Among the endless dales
Is a gathering gale.

Among the endless passage
Is a breaking cage.
Within rising ribs
Is an escaping bird.

The stage is finally set
The bird opens her wings.
From the endless meadows
She is in search of her horizon.

Where are the fountains
Where is the final post?
Where is the mountain spring
To once again water the pastures of life?

Under the greenwood tree
My winds are eternal, free.
Among the cool shades
My springs are ever ceaseless.

There is grass all around
Birds make pleasantry notes
Here, all around the dale
My fountains forge ahead to winds.

Here the days and nights wake with me
Seasons sing upon my ears.
Feathers I pick-up of a living past
And I gift them to all waking dawns.

I am laid here forever
I am caged here forever.
This strip of earth and sky
These winds forever are mine, my breath

The stream yonder
Would wake me up every morn’
The scent of flowers
Would refresh my spirits.

The singular foot-step-
I listen, wait for a face.
With my winged friends
I share my moments, melting.

To the distant clouds
I leave a passing glance.
With the silent stars
I share my silent hours.

It is the fall of night
It is all moon-lit.
Within the depths
I feel a lingering dream.

It is a rising mist
It is a ceaseless thought.
I am in contemplation
I am in deep meditation.

Rain or shine
I am unbound by time.
I am this very nature-
Back to my own elements.

Under the greenwood tree
My grounds are eternal.
Beyond the passage of time
I possess this part of heaven.