10. poetry, On Wings of Silver Light In the dream pool, cool and deep As fluid as the night A soul is stirring in its keep And waiting to take flight Where the willows lean to weep Their tears are burning bright And as the world drifts off to sleep The moon glows cold and white That distant jewel I long to reap If I could only brave that height And if my faith could take that leap I know all will turn out right Though the path is long and steep I will try with all my might And rise up from these dreams so deep On wings of silver light.