As a bird on the wing, I drift over the timelines.
Sometimes I’m here, and then there, without guidelines.
Silently I follow the drafts of my chosen path.
Effortlessly I forge ahead without thought of an aftermath.
Where I have been matters not to the moment at hand.
Nothing I do will change the place that I land.
Music and songs fill the stillness of the night.
Singing, sliding, soaring along, into the onrushing daylight.
Pour me a dream, I am thirsty for life.
Wake me not while I fly into the night.
My hunger, for what I cannot touch, fills my soul.
What is not mine I cannot have.
What belongs to me I freely give away.
So silently I will follow the currents of my chosen path.
Willingly I will dream the dreams delivered.
Someday as the morning light breaks and the winds abate.
I will rest my wings and glide effortlessly to journeys end.~Jay Olson
