Winter Wallace Poet I do not know?

The Eagle/The Sultan/The Me

in the dream i am the eagle

in search of blissful locations-a nest for potential stay
i decide to live nomadic-for an eternity

on the ground i see the angst...i can hear the hearts giving birth to thoughts

in the sleep i am the exiled sultan
after my throne is snatched in the morning,i stand outside of my kingdom's gate in the noon...
i look into the forever and walk into the portrait of the unknown

when i awake i am the boy...anticipating journey
i am alone...i am stone...lost
i am the rope bound victim...subject to societal torture,the molestation of the mind

i am running trying to fly
I AM the Eagle

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James Fraser June 2, 2009 at 2:38 PM Kalonji, i just adore Eagles, which prompted me to write a poem called " Fly like an Eagle " great poem you have written>James

Debbie Guzzi March 23, 2009 at 4:56 PM I like this very much, much to think about.

Carolyn Devonshire February 21, 2009 at 3:26 PM Kalonji, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this wonderful verse. In dreams, I am often flying, just like "the eagle." A heart as tender as yours will never be "stone." Love, Carolyn