Now I have mystical wings
I could ascend above wind
See from high the minute things
Upon clouds my realm build
My feet still in earth do roots
The heaven paths start from here
As deep down go as good boots
Top to base should fit and gear
Snorkel in seas surf in waves
Ports and parks I navigate
Inside souls profoundly grave
Bless good hearts and be satiate
After day work to be online
I hurry up to the keyboard
Soul and senses with world twine
Richest lord by copious hoard.
12/14/2008
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Well woven waves with mystical wings. A wonderful, rhythmic melody. Loved it. CP