My life is a sailing ship, sailing through the ocean on a deep wide journey,
travelling swiftly into the opening of a spiraling vortex,
Time moves fast forever changeing form,
similar to the metamorphosis of the caterpillar, changeing
into the wings of a butterfly,
and the serpent that sheds its skin,
Passing through the transcending eons of cycles,
Envisioning the symbolic tapestry, of the myriad of the mind,
A vision of a flock of coloured crimson and gold birds are flying,
Spread throughout a shattering array of motioning beauty,
I listen still to the flapping wings and to the
last of the birds echoeing cries,
To the sound of freedom.















[edit on 4-8-2009 by catalyst2466]