As eagles fly into the golden moon,
I wander and ponder such crazy schemes.
Wondering if my soul was caged too soon,
as I run free like a wolf in my dreams.
Can my spirit ever truly be free,
as I wander God's magnificent land.
Believing in the father is the key,
never giving more than we can withstand.
Our strength comes from our wandering spirit,
in a world of true nature's majesty.
The free call of the wild can you hear it,
leading us to genuine destiny.
Exalted brothers of the midnight sun,
they live and breathe for one more fly and run. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
