Fridge Poetry 34 - There has to be more

Only the odd ones out

learn to fly

because they must believe there is

more than luck and fortune

at play.

They make music to get

us all through the night,

to sleep as ghosts

of the gold mine.

Hard time in hell

without light,

only miserable night.

Here,

the people of torment

are

winged,

kissing the finite,

and making love to the infinite.