Flight to Nowhere

I circle around
a pool of light,
shimmering seascape,
a lone bird in flight;
wings outstretched,
I yearn for the sky,
as I ceaselessly seek
Peace and Light;
now I yield to the wind,
that cradles and holds,
as I hear not my own voice,
in the silence to behold;
while I glide and hover,
to drift with the wind,
I lose myself, in the
stillness of the moment.