Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Above The Clouds

Soaring over the ancient hills-going higher and higher,
the Eagle fades into the cottony clouds.

Spiraling... spiraling...reaching forever upwards,
his wings reach-out above the clouds, embracing the hazy yellow sun.

Above the clouds in the vast azure-blue sky,
the eagle is nothing but a tiny speck,
then disappears-no longer visible to my straining eyes.