On Wings of Silver Light
In the dream pool, cool and deep
As fluid as the night
A soul is stirring in its keep
And waiting to take flight
Where the willows lean to weep
Their tears are burning bright
And as the world drifts off to sleep
The moon glows cold and white
That distant jewel I long to reap
If I could only brave that height
And if my faith could take that leap
I know all will turn out right
Though the path is long and steep
I will try with all my might
And rise up from these dreams so deep
On wings of silver light.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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