As the soul within, looks to take its flight,
While mired in the earth plane, it does not see,
The part it plays, in eternity.
With grace and beauty, the soul takes flight to see,
The past or present, where it desires to be,
Now come leave the bed, and fly with me,
And we will traverse, the endless sea.
The sea which stretches, from shore to shore,
Or like the actions, of a revolving door,
The cycles of life, which seem so real,
Are shuffled like cards, on each new deal.
You play your hand, that you have found,
Until the time, to lay the hand down.
Best wishes for your Sunday!