Break of frigid dawn
As the swallows twitter
And the pigeons sloth
Confined by convenience,
The eagle soars
Clouded morning
In upward circles,
With the comfort of
Unfamiliar heights
The eagle soars
Mid-day blossoms
Gliding, streamlining
Through concrete crevices
Passing by my vision
The eagle soars
Balmy darkness
The trees whisper,
Unexcited windows,
Blanket on the floor
The crickets chirp
Cries into the void
Silence answers
A soul left pining for
The soaring eagle
Sweltering midnight
Idle sky, animated mind
Inspiration unfolds
A blank canvas now full
The eagle soars again
Piercing sunlight
Circling shadows
Over rustling leaves
Eyes briefly interlock
Together, the eagles soar.
