Soaring High Poem by Ellen Mendez

In the vastness of skies above
I wonder if i truly loved
Soaring high to aim that crown
In that constant wind that blown

In memories of him, i am holding still
To aim that desired crown of trill
Whatever went goes, whatever went by,
Standing still to aim of by and by

Starting here, there and everywhere
Where soul, longing for somewhere
Cold soul, wanted to fit in
In their warmth spirit they given
Memories of him wanted to decathlete
Like no one ever can deflect
But his absence makes me empty,
Like living colorless of beauty

Soaring high aiming for gold
Doing anything, that God's foretold
For he is the light of my world,
Like no one can live without it's broad

Living with him is to gain
Like doing anything like its main
Knowledge is i wanted to aim
Soaring high like everyone's lane