MORTAL AFTER ALL

I flew
along
the crest of haloes
and pulsing effigies of dreams
wearing a golden vest
of hope
for the power
it gave as wings.
Yet
this was a flight
where landing came
like a phone call
in the middle of the night.
Awakening
that sentiment
having no taste or light
I cast aside
my little god perils
knowing I was
mortal after all.