Where Eagles Soar

tired from crawling no desire to walk - bless me with wings to fly in the midst of melancholic melodies of rain through monotonous tones of charcoal clouds take me to a place where eagles soar free me from those who preach in shrouds ascending above snow drenched Himalayan cliffs far from cultural vultures preying on my mind take me to a place where eagles soar before sleeping volcanoes, veiling lava unwind through soundless valleys of wasted emotions where grave yards have become soulless meadows take me to a place where eagles soar to tune in with music - bubbling springs compose away from seagulls too far from the shore gliding through Iguazu waterfalls of regret take me to a place where eagles soar before my feathers become too wet flowing from the Nile towards the Black sea surfing over ripples of wanderlust waves take me to a place where eagles soar carrying me to a province our heart craves against storms where adversity engraves wounds towards the light where rays of sunshine reflect in golden hues take me to a place where eagles soar where poetry meets the alchemy of its muse among coral lanterns floating in lilac skies beyond the serene silence of the moon take me to a place where eagles soar before a skyline of stars are gone too soon towards the aroma of my beloved's garden where my enlightened dahlia still delight take me to a place where eagles soar where angels recite poetic rhymes to kiss you goodnight resting upon ancient trees full of verdant leaves recalling childhood dreams and that forgotten playground take me to a place where eagles soar creating a nest in an abode we can call our hometown and if I could fly.... would you soar with me?