Above

These wings set high above the mountains,
I've cried like streaming fountains.

I have lucid dreams from up above,
Of you, and the truest kind of love.

I find my way to thoughts I must express,
The same ones I was determined to suppress.

No more reason to feel your left accused,
Come with me, I choose to be enthused.

I'm heading out, excited about my day,
I always think of you in an extra special way.

Within creation there's need of much relief,
So much to say but I'm trying to be brief.

My breaths upon the air so fast,
Next time I'll try to make it last.

With truth and rhyme my mind is overflowing,
Here I am again, getting lost within my knowing.