The high winds of achievement,
Wafting through our sails
To find the compass in our souls,
To write our scripts, and tell our tales

The endings and beginnings,
The pauses to find
The love of love,
In life defined

A reason to be, a need to know,
What is and might be
As dreams have flown,
Where we can't see

Those seekers who seek,
The rovers and poets
Who fly and sail high,
To far distant ports

To find in the travels,
Of adventurous minds
The elixir of life
Mature and sweet, on free climbing vines

©Mary Cecil