Flight
Lonely is the seagull that flies the winds.
So majestic, soaring with gliding wings.
Then a single screech sounds from the blue sky.
Come fly with me will you? Come here and fly.
My lonely spirit floats to be a part
so still I feel the beating of its heart.
My soul combined, one with this bird of sea.
Now knows the true meaning to fly so free.
I feel the winds caress my battered soul.
And soar above the streams without a goal.
My own being trembles in pure delight.
A true treasure I have received tonight.
The seagull’s joyful flight of soaring high.
The priceless gift of what it means to fly.
Lionel L
(10 Oct 2004)
