Time to Fly

Fly high where view is fine.

Up above to the silver line.

With that hope that’s inside.

To that land where you’ll shine.

Beneath where flows a clear sea.

With trees so green for you to see.

Dancing daffodils to the tunes of wind.

Luminous lights of various kind.

Sparkling waters and sweet scents.

A wondrous place is such to descend.

Glimpse Of Hope

Within my soul, the hollow that is felt.

An unknown ache, which does make me melt.

A current so strong, which takes me along.

To a path unknown, that might be too wrong.

The last of my faith, and that of my hope.

Kept in its place, with such a thin rope.

A glimpse of light, towards I walk.

Knowing in heart, it too can revoke.