In the sweet surrender to impulses
traversing the cumulus clouds over the
edge of forever I fly free with the Eagle
as the mellifluent sounds in the blue sky
romance my senses, through the lights and
darks the highs and lows of the celestial
realms, rejoicing with angels, dissing with
saints,winging by day over the milky way
Feast Oh wild passion on the wings of
wondrous whimsy,as holy halo's fill
the heavens becoming one with the
elements and abiding in the natural laws
of the universe ,while I wallow in poetic
verse, as the soul of creation sings its
haunting melody of mystery
etw
Aberjhani
Ron
ET, I suspect that you were flying up there when you wrote this poem, because only those that have flew free can formulate the feeling!
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Be always safe,
Karen
This was very inspiring write. Thank you Eileen!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Your poem soars to new heights . . . fantastic write and image!!
Hugs,
Lance
Thank You Eileen for sharing
Love & peace be with you
William