So that I can once again fly .......

Sitting on the River's edge,
And watching driftwood passing by
Seeing my reflection in my mind,
And wondering if it's a lie.

Walking down a dark, lonely street,
Early one morning at five'o'clock
Waiting for the Sun to rise,
And show me the way around the block.

Precariously perched on a Mountain ledge,
And staring up at that sheer vertical rockface
Feeling, searching for footholds,
And thinking of a warm, far away place.

Staring out of the window on a rainy day,
And wondering if Life's taken me for a ride
Listening to the Wind howl and scream,
And waiting for the Storm to subside.

Lying on my bed on a cold dark night,
And wondering how dreams fade and die
Waiting for an unseen hand to appear,
And untie these knots so I can once again fly.

Vinod Subramaniam
Dated 16th December 1990