My Spirit's Fantasy
10/09/2002
I love to see a Eagle soar,
High among the Clouds,
I enjoy all life around this Earth,
But the sight of Eagles uplifts my soul.
How high must an Eagle fly,
To enter the gates of Valhalla?
How high must he fly,
To touch the face of his Creator.
I do not know how or when,
My life's essence will leave this Earth,
But when I go, I want;
To fly free with those Eagles.
So when I leave this Mortal Toil,
All that I will have ever lived upon.
Will fall below my winged soul,
And I will look down as Eagles do.
But until that day, I will look up,
And have my heart beat with joy,
When I see the flight of an eagle,
Soaring high among the clouds.
