GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 309

A field where maize stalks gleam in the prime of May What I see may not be what is... These choppy waters may have a lot amiss But my dreams to pursue the stars of the night Gives my soul strength and my hope might On a mission to be heard my verses permeate I soar... My wings with purpose reverberate Love pervades my starry verse sky And in that nightsong... I'm it and it is I. 309