Chariot

The earth calls.

Youth stretches out her wings to soar, and like Icarus we are called home.

Might Jatayu's eyes fluttered “It is finished--come home.”

Close your eyes, for mine are closed. We are about to walk on holy ground. Shut them quick least you be tempted by lesser metals.

We are on a voyage of self-discovery. Most open their eyes in amazement, but the lover smiles, for s/he has already beheld the beloved.

Flames lick the embers of the sacrifice. The sweet smell of jasmine fills the air. Nothing beside remains.