Soaring Once More
When young, I dreamt that I could soar
Beyond the clouds, so high and bright
Through hills and valleys, bathed in light
With eagle wings forevermore
The words I rhymed, in golden streams
And wove great tales of old and new
But life obscured my poet’s view
And left me void of dreams and themes
But at my lowest, lost in pain
An angel came with pen in hand
Restoring all, with magic wand
My voice, my vision, freed again
If words return to set me free
Then dreams of flight may fill my sky
Like in my youth, when I could fly
And wander through eternity
02-10-2025
F Aparici
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