If we had a chance to spread our wings flying, gliding, soaring with an eagle
would we see all the glory it brings the glory of so many things so regal?
I walk along; inhaling, suffocating in icy air. At my feet the commotion of surf's foaming, the morn's filled with unruliness; unrest.
Poised on the shore, seeing the vision so clear do I?
Glancing to the horizon, it did appear...
Like a white hot stream beckoning; peeking
from the far distance of another world; reaching---
The frost no longer lingers within my soul before me;
evil of the sea's turbulence forced away.
A vision so clear -
The warmth and comfort of the solitary ray!!
