The Heart Song

Looking at the speckled sky

I hear a sound; the eagle’s cry

As he hangs lightly

High above the ground.

A feather lone of his

drifts to the land;

His fragile boon

To me, whose body stands

While eyes look to the stars

My mind unbound.

The wind walks through the grass

And whispers soft

A language all things speak.

It won’t remain

For long, but the sky hears

Its lonely voice, and streaks

My face with rain

And tears.

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