Being Master of My Soul

 

 

I silently sing a rhyming song. A song of many moon lit notes. A song that's never done.

Like water in an autumn sky, where currents ever run. To the sun drenched shores of eternity, from where they first have come.

Then time itself stands by alert, kissing the coming dawn. A new day awakens the sleeping soul, and a new beginning has begun.

Spirits of the earth and sky let your selves be known. Conjure up a perfect moment, let you energies be  shown.

All your elements are now in play, air, earth, fire and water combine into a magic mix that sets the autumn skies on fire.

Then setting in the evening sun you rest upon the night, and in so doing give it life and set its wings to flight.

Perhaps my wish if granted woud be to hold you in eternity.