Soaring Stories

Come stand with me on the cliffs in early morning  As the sun rises over the edge of the world,  And watch as the sea birds leave their rocky perches  High up on the crags, to soar out over the sea,  Floating in wide lazy circles on the warming air,  Or skimming just above the waves, free as the wind,  And tell me that you do not envy their freedom,  Unbound by those forces that bind us to the ground.  Or again at noonday...

Today the sky in San Francisco is a subdued blue with nary a cloud visible and a soft gentle breeze off the deep blue water. What type of bird shall I be flying floating above the city? That is a decision very difficult to make. I think it depends on where I am in this beautiful city. If I am near the wharf at Pier 39 soaring over the sea lions frolicking for the tourists, I could be a seagull. I would steal the food toss...

Let your love soar,flying to the clouds unfettered.Let the passion insidecontrol you.Love me alwaysbody, mind and spirit.The two are one,in all things, we loveeach other.Your very beingreflects me,and I, you.We are the same.To the sky we rise,above the clouds.Gliding on the currentsthat led us to each other.Sail with me to the stars,let us make themour lofty perchStay with me, my lover.Promise me your eternity.Make your v...