With fettered wings – we fly
ever upward to the sky.
Uplifting gales both rise and fall
triumph and tragedy …accepting all.
A crescent moon or gleaming dawn-
a serendipitous journey we embark upon.
Amid the shoreline are cast tell-tale paces-
of countless missteps and unvictored races.
Soon forgiving waves shall cleanse the blemished sand.
The cruel past forgotten as you clutch my hand!
Come with me to far away…..