Fulfilment Poem by Philip Vincent Sanders

You soar on the thermals
Sweeping across the valleys of desire
Eyes glinting in the sunlight
As your prey of fulfilment hangs below

The words drift into your ears
Filling your psyche with interest
Tingling your wings with expectation
And your belly with fire

Your needs are varied
Carnal, cerebral, comforting
You strive to attain all
But sometimes it is beyond your grasp

Fly higher sweet angel
Seek the rarified air
You will succeed, you will feel your soul
Fulfilment will be yours