On the Roof of River

The wings finally untied The broken feathers laid on bushes Turned into ashes The memory of lame rests no more On the store of the brain-game New Breeze has leased The opportunities to be ceased Life has transcended Beyond the mundane Not so wild in the wide world Seashore is no longer apart The heart now is meandering ways To uplift the drowning soul And make its way to the edge Heavy is the treasure That life has hidden In the pockets of Bay Looking at the sky With a huge wide ray I hope to see all of it Once again in the lives of all That can rise and enjoy the lane.