A dangerous flight

On the wings of an eagle

on the wings of a dove

white clouds passing me by

far from my love

A dangerous flight
in hands of another
I am fully enthralled
the thrill is my lover

When turbulence brings darkness upon me
I carry my wings to the next world beyond here
There I will fly
by my own will
a peril less cry, for I am alive still

Each moment, each second
gives rise to a miss
my heart beating faster in eternal bliss
in boisterous demise I keep guessing away ...
Is there a climax?
Will this trip come at bay?

On the wings of an eagle
on the wings of a dove
white clouds passing me by
as I return to my love