A Charity Wilson Acrostic poem for you to think about:
Can you hear the sweet sound of waves crashing against the shore?
Hear the call in the night as the moon rises and silence falls?
As the darkness casts its spell, think of what it would be like to
Rise above the earth towards a sea of clouds, like a raven floating in the breeze.
Imagine how that stillness, that peace might feel…
Transcending light and speed and sound as
You drift off to dream.
Will you rise,
Inspired to meet the morning tide and
Laugh off the waves that threaten to crush and clip your wings
So that you may never soar?
Or, will you sleep and dream until you can no longer
Nod in the world of escape and succumb to the deep?