Living Truth
When the wind blows in,
total view is upon us.
No cloud is in sight,
sun drifts low.
Colours everywhere,
bright angels around,
birds flapping their farewell fevers,
paying no attention to our movement.
Slowly towards the seafront,
opens the gate for eternal freedom.
Never look back,
never look back.
Nor take our eyes away from this moment,
because right here forever,
we will stay.
Copyright © Ryan Jackson | Year Posted 2011
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