~ Eagle Lovers ~

And so we fly, rising, falling
With nowhere to go. Finding updrafts
Just for pure fun, simple joy,
Wingtips grazing, Loving.

As we climb higher and higher
The world seems exactly as important
As it really is: a distant smudge,
All that fuss so far below.

And then at the pinnicle
As high as we can climb
We lock Talons, and tumble
Passion and bent feathers.

One day, when the wind is right
And we have flown all we care to fly
Maybe we won't stop as earth draws near
And in the last moment

Become One

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