Eagle

Over fields,
in warm air, wings wide.
Over worlds of clouds,
and scarlet sun.
Over mountains, trees and days begun.
Over people, and talking, and wars and peace.
Over crystal lakes.
Over mist and seas.

The stars kiss my shoulders as I glide and wheel,
and roll in the feeling of freedom and freshness.
The air of life that curls as I fly.
I rest in these arms.
I sleep in the sky.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.