The Beach of Raven Feathers

To wander in the phoenix covered sky,
Above the clouds that never truely lie;

Try then to sit on rocky barren highs,
Where only wind can breathe its deepest sighs;

To walk across the sleeping evening hills,
Now dark like ink from all well-mastered quills;

Live just to rest on velvet foothills green,
To ponder on the sights that will be seen;

Then awake in joy so deeply rested,
After courage has been tried and tested;

To run quickly up the bank of heathers,
Crest - And see the beach of raven feathers.