We cannot soar on the wing like
The buzzard
But words
Tumble freely
And carry clarity
On the trail of the wind;
We cannot travel from far from home
But like pulsations in heart-flow
Phrases cross seas and oceans
Setting people’s hearts aglow.

Running in the slow lane
We cannot soar on the wing like
The buzzard
But words
Tumble freely
And carry clarity
On the trail of the wind;
We cannot travel from far from home
But like pulsations in heart-flow
Phrases cross seas and oceans
Setting people’s hearts aglow.
