My back is to the world and it's onlsaught
The whipping winds stinging at my flesh
I pull the cloak ever tight around me
But the weathering storm seems to take my breathe
When will the gentle lofty clouds release me
Propel me to the stratosphere abound
And let me find the peace forever sought out
Whilst I have roamed these hills and sacred grounds
The pines secrets whispered but not quite heard
Truths scarcely beyond the horizoned sky
I dare not breath that I may listen
Afraid to know what lies beneath what reasons why
So as I sit on the edge with leanings forward
Wondering if my soul will take the flight
A circling soaring eagle shadows over
Disappearing into the crimson rays of days last light
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