The Boy and the Rift

About 40 years ago
or so

There was a boy who wanted to fly though a tear up in the sky

A portal
Ripped to who knows where

Most to try
Are too scared

But not this boy...he embraced his fear

Fear - A distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc...

Up and away did he clear

Upon homeade wings of various things

Wood and plastic
cotton fabric

Dreams and love

Glues and screws
Carried this dreamer toward the tear
Up
Up
UP
and
THERE
In
at that place

WINNER of the rainbow race

But the prize more than gold for those so bold
Who rise like cream upon the top

Resisting those who would pop

Their vision pure
Another door
Some will always seek for more
Like the boy 2 score before

Who flew
Into the great yonder sky blue

Other's waited for him to fail
Some sent blessings upon his sail

But none did see him again, often wondering what did happen.
To the boy who flew with wings a flappin

There is but on thing they all know
Since that day, the rift is closed
And the rain tastes of tears