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.