After Adele, Dr Myles Monroe, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ian Dabasori Hetri, et
al
There where storms
Are just forming and bird kings
Soar high in excitement
To rest weary wings
To close their eyes
In majestic slumber
Carried along by gale winds
And totally untroubled
By strident sounds of fear
That is where we long to be
As mere mortals, alone
And shrouded by clouds
Rain and cold –
Listening only to the strains
Of amphion’s lyre
Dreams that lift us
Higher and higher
Gliding along
Gliding along
Forever at rest
Forever at peace
When a quiet movement
Wakes us
To a hundred more storms
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