My Place

Above the horizon risen

I can see the world below

Flying way above the 

Clouds,

Looking to find that pot

Of magical gold..

With the new found wings

I soar..

Taking in life beauty and

The ugliness of this “ole

World”

I soar, I soar beyond the

Highest cloud..

Way beyond the tallest

Mountain I soar..

There I find that purest

Love,

I soar, I soar higher and

Higher to that magical

Place

Where my true love waits

So patiently...

My friend..

My love

My soulmate!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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