Invisible worlds: A Book of Verse

Rebirth

There is that voice on the edge of the world -
on a sea of sand, on a bright green lea.
Hands outstretched like wings to fly -
to give a heart, to find a dream,
to break the fetters of the mind -
to free.

Wings burst forth to break the shell -
to endless realms, a morning sky.
And we ride on the flight of song -
to find new worlds and visions birthed.
Within we find new melodies -
and fly.