Surfing The Morning Glory

Shepherding the "flock" of ambitions 
Like queues of the morning glory
Lined up to be surfed 


The week has been long
Like a journey of epic voyage 
Trials and tribulations 
Dragons to have slayed 


Turbulence that threaten 
Birds without wings 
Man with imaginations, strive 
Stood tested, by virtue on my making


On days like this, stood in t' out back of wilderness
I wish to surf the highest winds 
Glide on the clouds, the morning glory
Between the heavens and earth. 


At this stage, in the process of defining a man
I am not ready to pass the bucket, 
Pack a suit case and join the heavens, 
I am King Leonidas, facing off the Persians 


Though I feel like a warrior after conquest
Coming off the battle field, with  fresh scars
Gliding the morning glory for a reprieve 
If only for a nights rest 


Still too much indulgence 
To be acquired on earth 
And love is still blossoming 
It is with what joy we look forward to


With stories yet to tell, many more to be added
As life experience, as the lives we lived
Yet between genesis and revelations on course
We yearn the need to come up for fresh air 


On days like this, calling "time out" on battlefields 
I wish to ride the highest clouds home, carried by the winds 
No wings to flap, surfing the morning glory on glides
To finish off the long and testing week