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.