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I’m a mighty river
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Blowin’ down today
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The sky she seen me
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My emptiness so cold
So she let er rain
All night till I drowned
Soaked every tree and shrub
Clung to my banks of rock
I roar with my head high
Every cold, cold black night
No need to set me loose
I am no eagle cry
Long ago my destiny
Was carved into the earth
Mountain streams far away
Come to me so cold
She was a vision
I couldn’t rid my mind
Took a walk around
Saw her everywhere
Made her up a gift
Took it from my heart
Couldn’t find her again
She had deserted me
So I climbed the mountain
Took a great survey
Spoke two words in peace
With my Eagle soul
Clear as day I run
Into the meadow field
Far below my heart
In sweet dew drops
Never rush the heart
She was my very earth
Spring and summer came
Filling me up again.
I am for the soaring Eagle
Bulletin, forward then,
Criss-crossing sky paths
Drop my heart and feel it gone
Swooping in vermin found
Call out in the wild!
Hurah! Enthralled return
To the nest far away
High up in the sky
Falling down, golden tail
Return again to sky.
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.
Callused and painful
I’ve lost Eagle
Blown in the wind
It went so high
Into the sky
Upon a new mission,
Found a gliding wing
And left me here;
Eagle gone free.
It found me on
One cold night
In Northern Ontario
Blew in on a cold gale
Upon the torn up and buggered banks
Of Huron in a golden hour.
Like a mystic thought gone,
Eagle and me
Our fond memory.
With windows
I walked to my ledge
Found out inside
What depth I could hide
Too late
Too long.
With flowers
I held out for more
At the brink of each thought
So that seers could smell
No more
No right.
With sky
I woke into day
An open escape
Eyes of an eagle
So big
So deep.
And with forest
I called out unanswered
So each sentence was cleared
In absence of distraction
I lay
I awoke.
My beacon holds the glow
That once stood atop the mount,
A formal cry of devilry
No subject left unexplored.
Thunderous and magnified
By the distant mounts so tall,
Open and expansive
I felt forever I could soar.
Now, suffice to say
I have left the peaks so high
To stumble as I make my ground
‘Midst roots and usnea.
Though I keep my eye so high
I watch Eagle soar,
Each and every morning I bid
Mount so high good morn.
And all at once
The day arises
Seedlings come to life
Play the role
Of Great Giver
Sustenance of life
Blossoms shoot,
Eagles cry,
Sun casts shadows so sharp
And bustling in
To little burrows
A rabbit uses its nose.
My mind has become jagged
A Cliff with one soaring Eagle
Circling around and around
Just beyond eyesight.
Little plants grow here
Barely hanging onto life
Grasping what little Soil
Has fallen between the Rocks.
Barely does a Thought stay
For it’s brother begs attention
Ruthlessly asking for my step
Dare I not pass his way.
So here I step gingerly
Trepid and disoriented
Glancing above me, evermore
Dare I lose a thought.
A creek trickles its way South
Along the base of Willow Ridge
Leading each wild animal
To fields beyond.
My eyes catch a reflection
Sun hitting a circling eagle
Finding its meal
A superior huntsman.
Mid summer, so no cool breeze here
But running water keeps calm
All the nerves alerted
To sounds of the wild.