Life's Author

Deeply seated, and far beyond the reach of ordinary [minds].
A wondrous joy that only suggest my thoughts…. and if there is to
be…. the control is mine and only [mind].

If there's a window, and the vision of a bird’s flight
I can close that window, and pretend it was night.

With that, and a change of [mind] that wills me! Or should
I return to the last within the covenant of my soul.
In a place where I can write a story of life in ways that
only I can see. My cove of creation, and the
extraordinary of how I want it to be.

To be in a place that trouble’s me…. like no end to a horrid dream.
Is to know who that I am …and to know all that I’ve seen.

I walk like a lion, so bold and a leap… ever so sleek.
I am in this world…. but not of this world….because of promises to keep.

And with wings like that of an eagle… the distant climb is never too steep.
To save my soul at heaven’s door; with a message of promises to keep.