Blessed are those that have wings
For flights of imaginations
That take them soaring to the skies
Beyond the gravity of the mundane
Blessed is he whose heart sings
Of distant destinations
Even as dreary routine ties
His days up with a heavy chain.
New frontiers beckon beyond the cape
There’s a depth of calm beneath the gale
Clear skies surround this dreamy scape
When minds see beyond the lifted veil.
And there in that wholesomeness
There is no You and no I
I listen to you and hear me speak
I spread my wings and see you fly.