Awakens in His Wings

Dancing sprites through veins of white.
Behold, the busyness is put on hold.
The eagle screams, another dream
awakens in his wings.

Flight of fury. Glide serene.
Soaring o'er what might have been.
Landing on a snow-topped crest
of mountains that are blessed
from up on high.

To fly again, at one within
a sky of brilliant blue.
The feel of what it's like to be
the best we ever knew.

The eagle screams.
Another dream
awakens in his wings...

? Michaelette ?

4/15/2003
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