Let me fly with the wind
let me cry with the sea
as the wings o’ertake me
let me strive to be free.
Let me burn with the candle
let me ache with a tree
as the fire o’ertakes me
let me strive to be free.
Miles covered and forgotten
dreams remembered and then gone
thoughts thought, never spoken
shadows glimpsed from beyond,
All points make the circle
the circumference is One
eternal in motion
transmuted into love.
s.k. lindeman