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With Wings Stretched Taut

06.98

With wings stretched taut
I fly above a desolate landscape;
Fulfilling their role they take me higher and higher.
So high the landscape becomes beautiful.
I dream with my eyes wide open, 
and yet they are closed. 
Reality in truth is but a point of perception.
I choose the clouds.



With wings stretched taut
I fly above a beautiful landscape;
Beholding that which will make me whole.
I see her there amongst the trees.
I dream with my eyes wide open, 
and yet they want to close.
Reality in truth is but a point of perception
I choose the trees.



With wings stretched taut 
I fly above the girl;
I dip my wings in salute and search her out.
She is a wonderful thing to behold.
I dream with my eyes wide open, 
and yet they will not close.
Reality in truth is but a point of perception.
I choose her eyes.



With our wings stretched taut 
we fly above the world;
Not worrying with insecurities or remotes.
But teaching each other.
We can dream with our eyes wide open 
or with them close;
For reality in truth is but a point of perception.
We choose life.

PB ‘98