I woke up from a dream
thinking of all the places and people I’ve seen.
I woke up on the peak
and felt the sunshine kindle against my beak.
My eyelids winced in the glare
and all my patron watched me there
as I stood up and stretched my wings
and they bowed down before their king.
I stormed off for a flight
to tire me to sleep for tonight.
The world was wild and awake,
my feathers tickled the rivers and lakes
which mirrored the moors and the trees
and so softly moved in the breeze.
I woke up from a dream
thinking about you and me.
I woke up on the peak
feeling so golden and free.
One morning in fine Denali
you made me the man I should be.