| My Heart Has Wings |
| Gliding softly on a gentle breeze soaring far above mountain peaks, fearing not driving rain or howling wind, I begin my nightly voyage. |
| Over calm blue seas I gracefully glide, pausing, once or twice, to kiss the clouds as I pass them by. |
| When I catch a glimpse of a family of orcas rising majestically out of the ocean to drink in the sweet night air, I smile softly at the beauty of the image. I hover for a moment, captivated by the majestic panoramic splendor of a distant mountain peak, backlit by a giittering vista of stars. I will circle the earth at least twice, before finally returning home to rest, filled with tranquility and serene contentment. For I know that tomorrow's twilight will bring another magical journey, another chance to dream, and to celebrate the knowledge that my heart has wings. It is then, in the last moment before the quiet peace of sleep brushes across my mind, that I whisper into the still night air, a prayer of gratitude, for the love that gave me the gift of flight. |
| Copyright M. Abernathey 2001 |
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