Michael W. Rigas

A poet since March, 2005, I'm one year short of BS in Physics, have Associate of Science in Natural Sciences, intend to return soon to finish BS degree. Upon return, intend to add Psychology as second major. Goal is to get PhD in Astrophysics and Psychology. Minors, or special areas of study, include Chaos Theory, Music Composition, Literary Arts, and History w/emphasis in Western Civilizations. Goal in life is to make positive difference for everybody/anybody I can. I know all too well what a huge impact such a small difference can have on somebody’s life, from the spectrum's opposite end..

 

Alone

I take a ride
On the bird of poetry
Who has the wings
To lift me high,
Wings that I
Alone
Do not possess.

I ride aloft
Angelic beauty
Wind catches beneath
My own wings,
And I have to ask
How high will you fly
Together with me?

As I rise above
This wounded bird
I begin to see
Her wings collapse,
Wings that I
Alone
Must now caress.

To fly aloft
Abreast this angel
Giving her lift
From my own wings,
Wings that we
Alone
Do not possess.

She tumbles
As she pulls away
Afraid to trust
Another’s lift,
Having been left
Alone
Too many times before.

She releases herself
Running from her fears,
Into those fears
Alone
As I glide down
Below her descent ,
To catch her
Alone.


 M. W. Rigas ©2006