Soft feathers beating strong against a clear blue sky.
An eagle soars to heights I’ve never known.
Far below where the wind seems to sigh,
he sails down to hidden river.
Cutting through the twilight sky,
as he soars, he cries for me over again.
I run below, and I call him my friend.
But I stay here, where I’m bound by hidden river.
His feathers brush the darkening view
where only my soul is free to fly
because my body is bound by this earth,
I remain in a place where alone I cry,
and here I’m bound by hidden river.
His feathers beat out as he cries his morning song.
In the dawning of day’s light, he senses me there.
Then to sun’s delight, he comes down for me
And he sails me…high above hidden river.
Never at a loss for words... 