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