At times my mental process deserts me

And wanders off into the barren desert of thoughtlessness

Where dreams cannot survive.

How can I profess

To want only to be with you

And not reach out to grasp

Every opportunity you present to me?

ďThe gift returned still wrapped

Is thus rejected twiceĒ.

Only when I make time to reflect on

What Iíve seen through you

Where Iíve been with you

How Iíve grown by you

Who I am with you

Do I return to

Where I should be

What I could be

And the soul of me

Awakens to the thought of you

And I am returned to honest senses.

Opinions count for nothing

But with the art of your companionship

This eagleís pinions will lift into the sky.

And you will teach your eagle how to fly.