To Ride The Wind

To Ride The Wind

Ride the wind,
upon gentle wings,
beautiful feathers of billowy white,
which flutter from behind,
as a mark of transformation,
allowing the one to transcend,
above the mist and clouds,
into the incandescent rays
of eternity's encirclement.

Ride the moon tide,
upon churning waves,
which sprinkle and purify
in a cascade of sacred salt,
so that the one may rise
up to the ocean's level,
and reach beyond the horizon's mark,
to touch the iridescent twinkle
of starlight wonderment.

Embrace tomorrow's rise,
as the dawn of what is yet to come,
a journey which begins
a moment from now,
of things which lay in wait
for the one's singular touch,
a future conceived upon yesterday's dreams,
born in today's lessons of understanding,
raised within the fortitude of time,
strengthened by the will of resolve,
and finally,
coming to fruition,
upon the boundlessness of the morrow,
a dream of enchantment,
the odyssey of a dream.