The Chance
On wings of night,
I take my flight in
velvet-caped surrender
To fly with you
into the dawn
and soar toward
the rising sun
One chance to find the
happiness lost so many
lifetimes ago
Take my hand and
guide me while the
stars surround us and
we settle into our
future
And when we land,
we'll ride the river
of bliss and canoe
down the stream
of happiness to
the land of tomorrow
Lynn West
(c) 2013
Photo by Lynn West (c) 2013
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