Woven Wings

Hear the thunder of resounding winds
over distances far.
Speak a word and I will hear within
and I’ll know where you are.
Eagle of the night
changing his flight.
Oh, but for a moment as a butterfly
over midsummers green,
skimming beams of golden mirrored light …
To think is to be?
Suddenly sunshine,
suddenly I’m fine.
Escape from design,
just you and I.
There’s a river on the border line
with a presence of the Sea.
Oh, to sail the world with open eyes …
Or be kept from being free?
For all that I know maybe wrong;
and questions unsolved
but the eagle has flown.