Harpy Eagle

Sublime harpy eagle sits in a tree Beyond divine is his majesty To abyss not continuity Is connected his destiny His surreal yet physical form Stands like proud warrior before the storm His eyes shine like diamonds as cartwheels in the air he will perform His seven inch talons and perfect visage begs question who build this form He is just like one of us he has earthly destiny He knows not of immortality Yet to us eagle is something that represents being free Fly free like a bird you are in control of your destiny Something that has no lack is born not formed to us is divine Yet each of us has will that is sublime If we could make abstract concrete in any point in time We could make our destiny grow beyond divine And this freedom this power lies Somewhere in depths of king of all eagles eyes And in each of our own souls it lies Can we make it real maybe on the dark side of the moon when our true selves we realize If someone had the power which back to time cannot reverse Even in the most fundamental base This someone would be more then master of universe And to sit at this person’s side is harpy eagle’s place