HER WINGS
The eagle’s song, a lonely cry,
Heard only when her spirit flies,
Across the chasm a soulless space,
Her mind can travel and leave no trace,
Knowledge, reason, hope and fear,
Sacrificed without a tear.
Her heart sits quietly in her breast,
Each beat subdued awaits the test.
Will life cross the barren strait,
Emerge renewed fulfilling fate,
Or tumble unaware to rocks below,
Higher spirits brought so low.
Tell me of eagles who fly the abyss,
Full knowing why their lives exist,
Only to affirm life’s tenuous hold,
Across time, first young then old.
She unfurls her wings made of light,
Preparing for the endless flight.
Her soul through time and thought,
Pursuing the destination sought,
Since time began or even before,
From place unknown to distant shore.
Plying her wings through heaven’s air,
Courage above, beneath despair.
Each stroke an effort to survive,
Reminds the world she is alive.
Time drifts down toward the past,
How long, she asks, will time last?
The answer lies within her heart,
Time will last ‘til she departs.
The eagle’s song, a lonely cry,
Heard only when her spirit flies.