Flying

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Wave of heartache strip away

to freedom as I soar.

Escape has come from the doldrums

The problems of a grounded soul



The world looks new and old

The possibilities seem endless

The pain and fear of a life on earth

And boundaries fall aside



I am here at my desk,

but my mind has flown away.

As I enter into another world

my pen becomes my vessel



That picks me up and liberates me

and story oversees

The truth I have inside of me

That arrives on eagles’ wings

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