The gifts I will give thee -you will not see
like seasonal winds sculpting earthly things
they will permeate your spirit and bond
my love, I will share with thee
this you will not see
you will feel its energy -though my friend
and one day, fly - soar with me -to journeys end
A-nd if per chance we encounter headed winds -
look beyond the stars my friend
through the darkest night
on wings of angels there is light all around
-welcoming in beauty's sight
let us bathe in tomorrow's reprieve and shine
like beacons in this darkness
glow like a rainbow through all the shades of bright
soar like the Manutara
through calm -above angered seas
glide like eagles over mountains forests—cities
rivers- streams…..
and if life's’ journey brings us to our knees.. rest, and whilst in the depths of that bleakness— then, like the plants in spring, rise with vigor and direction
- never lose sight of the dream... (c)