The Poet

The Poet Max

Once I was an Eagle soaring high

With powerful wings and keen eyes

A spark of the sun I used to shine

Engulf the world in warmth divine

I was the moon shining bright

I lit the way in the darkest night

I was the sea teeming with life

I was the boat that sailed with strife

I fought the mighty wind and wave

I was the sailor strong and brave

I was the wind in her beautiful hair

I was the maiden lovely and fair

I was the knight in an ancient battlefield

His horse, his armor and invincible shield

I was the lightning and crushing of thunder

But if I have to choose among all those wonders

I would choose Me.

Max O’Reilly