The Winds of Change
Are blowing
The winds of change are blowing.
Wings outspread for flight.
The golden sunset is glowing
and merging purple shades of night.
Taking to the skies
Two wings are heaven sent
Avian calls, shrieks, and cries
Ascent and quick descent.
Soaring to outer space
Into the far blue yonder
To feel the sky’s sweet embrace.
We were sailing with the golden condor.
Gliding soaring on the wind.
Over where grasses grow
Soaring low, then out of sight
I was singing into the night.
Clouds crowd the horizon.
The sea sparkles in silver blue
Plumes of crested waves arise.
Blades of white light shine on cue.
With wheeling birds ascending
Into wind currents in the sky
Plummet-like grease lightning
The airs echo the shrill cry.
Back from my journey on the flight
Free soaring and gliding high
Through shades of dusk hues of night
I return with a mortal sigh.
©
David Rudder
2022
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