Who has not found themselves, at some stage, aloof from life and searching their world for a connection. Its all here in this contemplating poem. I see the writer standing on the clifftop and looking down over his sea of connections, searching for the only one that can turn the key. He holds his precious wish list in his hands and with his eyes closed, he slips beneath the glossy surface of life and allows 'feeling' to find that longed for connection and in doing so, discovers an angel.
Who has not found themselves, at some stage, aloof from life and searching their world for a connection. Its all here in this contemplating poem. I see the writer standing on the clifftop and looking down over his sea of connections, searching for the only one that can turn the key. He holds his precious wish list in his hands and with his eyes closed, he slips beneath the glossy surface of life and allows 'feeling' to find that longed for connection and in doing so, discovers an angel.