Eagle of Thunder (day 3097)

Days like this take me away
Floating on a memory
Thought that I had never come
Like a loom, a forever weave.

On a cold winter day
Swept up in a breeze
Frozen and exhausted I
Little crunching flakes.

Eagle of thunder
My holiest of unions
Breathe into me desire
Upon wings I’m no martyr.

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