The river is ceaseless but alas! I know only the pool I stand in
And I dream of my flight alongside the peregrine falcon.
When he dives, I dive, when he soars, I soar,
When he rests, I observe his piercing eyes reflecting
My dream of flight in heaven.
I dream of my fears wrapped in darkness,
Waiting for the dawn to bring me the light.
So I can soar in the vast blue sky.
I have come afar on the wings of my soul.
And there are still miles to go....
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