The wind picked up his feathers
and ruffled them softly.
It was so soothing to watch.
My hair danced
he turned to look at me.
With humble hearts
we both felt the night magic.
The day was slipping into darkness.
We were waiting
in the mile between us.
If only I could fly.
The spark extinguished
and slowly faded
into the mystic.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“Farewell,” they cried, “Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!” That is the polite thing to say among eagles”…. J.R.R. Tolkien
I look forward to your posts. They’re thoughtful, insightful and poetically uplifting.
Donna
Thank you Donna… I appreciate your kind words…