The view of two

The view of two....

From the first glance to the last look away,

From home stay to moving on,

I have carried with me a ship of faces and facts,

Fantasies and realities,

But in all those voyages ,

I kept a special deck for her,

I think first of those,

Made one of a kind,

Known from toddler to tolerant,

Barely...

Though I recall most cold war's time,

I thought she was the one,

Who defined the word for me,

A natural born lead , 

In a world of maniacs,

A represent of bold,

Had anyone seen a hole before?

Carrying a name she was given,

Not followed,

And every time I saw rain in those great 

canyons,

I knew it was not for what she deserved,

But for what she was cursed,

Every time they spelt the name ,

The horror flashed,

To her dismay she had it all,but a fault

I guess though I have seen her rise,

She would not still see her elevation,

Out of all the her,

I have always wanted to be a part,

For the sounds in ,

She prefers a window stare of the view,

Same as me,

Said she cooled the fire for a while,

A piece of nature which enlit peace,

Forever for I disappear,

Could only have a song for her,

'Hear and be heard'

'Bird'

'For you have flown the east or west'

'And south and north bends down'

'Don't perch for one wrong flight'

 'For you have the world'

'Who open their hearts not hands'

Though you may feel your shadow to be blur

'Your eye can still see far ahead.... clear....'

'So don't just open you wings ...open yourself'

'For you will be one withe the sky,'

'To be a legend who never touched the 

'And you will always have me,'

'Joining in your glorious conquers,'

'Fly hard...'