Flight of the Eagle

At the first sign of light, I can hear incantation
slowly  ascending,  from the depths of the canyons
Windward it's calling to get my attention
while my eyes search the sunrise, to look into heaven

Gliding with ease is the shape of an eagle
swooping on wings that have lifted my soul
Reverently regal,  the rare golden eagle 
flies overhead while leaving its shadow

Scouting the timber for one special tree
it circles the forest, so high, in the pines 
Far in the branches,  limbs cradle her nest
She'll pause for a rest, where her fledglings will feed
safe from the bite, of the darkest of night

Deep from abyss of the narrowest canyons,
she'll soar like a plane to the clouds in the sky
I close tight my eyes, and will dream I'm beside her
Far above treetops......I wish I could fly.
I'd look at the world,  in the softness of dawn
and wish for such peace, until my tears overcome


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10/2/15
Written for "Golden Eagle Contest" 
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton

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