Wonder Wings,
​​​​​​​The sounds of melody
which drives the Ocean
The yearnings of desire
which drives the Soul
Both are coming together as I walk through the streets
The streets burning in wildfire
The streets burning with passion
and turning into ashes
Ashes that I will be collecting
from the mirror of my Memoirs;

The light that shines over the Sea
reflects on the Mainsail too;
it comes from the same source of energy
The Eternal; the Infinite,
singing the song of hope
merging me and my probe

Things seem brighter,
if horizon is clear;
but soul needs to wander
to let go the fear

I will have to come back from the murk
from deep down where the shadows lurk
Clueless about how I will manage
Probably by the thing they call Magic

Magic that connects the dots
Crafting the perfect illusion,
where I am free from all the rings
that create the confusion;

The flight that was unstable
but rooted
Against the mighty nature
Ends now
and ends on the brink;

So the time has come,
to let them swing , to let them flap

to let them swing
my wonder Wings