Heart of a Poet ~ Eyes of an Artist


I Share my Voice with You

care for a reading
Eagle Eye

    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.

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