Orb Of Gold

Orb of gold,
in my hand,
flying there
at my command.

Feathered wings of silken softness,
white lightness.

It is the Earth, my destiny.
A great future, and now.
Power and control.
The force of a soul.

Greater wings are mine, beating.
I rise, as fears become sand.
The orb of gold
is in my hand.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.