Wings maker

Hardest craftmanship of all
Always trying to perfect
The absolute liberty
While hoping to deserve its own

Breathtaking is close
To suffocating
In the higher spaces
Of soul sharing

So the chains of yore
Can wreak amok
Behind the fears
And well known roles

But Life is wise
And has a True meaning
That comes in dreams
To the lucid Poet

To be listened with "Wish you were here" de Pink Floyd
"so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue Sky from Pain"