Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Wind On My Wings - Jan. 19, 2011

 
Gronxador, JOSEP PINÓS I COMES (1867-1916)

Wind on My Wings

Once I wished to raise my gaze in fascination
At the thought of dreadful fear
Looked into the face of trying declarations
Bent backwards, ever groaning
With eyes, full of tears

One day I took note of all those birds in my skies
Freely flying high without a care
As I swiftly dried those tears from my eyes
My wings spread forth, taking flight
Along with dreadful fear

A new beginning I wished to rise up and see
Here flickering within my heart
I looked to the hand holding courage’s key
Stood up proud and true
Watching fear depart

Until I can see the bottom of the endless deep
I will not give way to failure
An easy life, I may not always bid to keep
But the daring wind on my wings
I will know in splendor

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011