Heart of a Poet ~ Eyes of an Artist


I Share my Voice with You


    Eagle Eye

Drumbeats climb
to rhythms of time 
when wolves ran free
along the rising red sun
and an Eagle’s eye
scanned all four corners.

a time of balance, now lost, 
we live all man-made 
replaced today
on lands of cement

pretending it’s our right,
a human right,
to invade beyond our space

forcing wolves to hide 
in small corners
while Eagles soar valleys,
dying, as their eggs crack. 

Beneath life’s imbalance
a storm grows stronger 
blowing the door open,
crossing waters that know
how the story goes.
Eagle Eye