Using Wings

 

I suppose the signs show you getting your flowers. 

I use to write to be free yet now its more to steer the sea. 

Each thought a marker for where I am thinking. 

A gift from the past to present.

Now to regift the favor. 

Yes I am enjoying my wings. 

I suppose the signs are blooming bright,

Petals rising, raising light.

Each verse once written to set me free,

Now steers the rhythm of my sea.

A thought, a beacon, a path being told,

A gift from past, regifted gold.

The ink once poured to break the chains,

Now shapes the clouds, commands the rains.

Yes, I am enjoying these wings of mine,

Stretching far beyond to Gods given line.

 To soar, to reveal,

A sky once ideally imagined, now made real.