Steady is the pace

sometimes, painfully slow

No time for random thoughts

dreams are for bedtime

The mind stays focused

deadlines are met

success is attainable

yet, like a bird in flight

my heart longs...

to go soaring

Like a favorite tie

I am chosen, without thought

I fit the mood

complete the ensemble

necessary for the overall look

yet,I long to feel

the wind at my back

caught,by the current

my heart yearns....

to go soaring.

The night hastens

to catch the day.

sleep is hurried

rest is needed.

Tomorrow approaches as breathing slows

my heart,still dreams of soaring.

Life's clock ticks days,weeks,months

years quickly passing replacing calendars

Finding grey youth....now,fleeing,

older and wiser....but,

in quiet moments,my heart though tired,

continues to dream of soaring......!