another Eagle poem

another Eagle poem

 

 

several hours tall

the nightmare grows wings

takes us to cloudy inception of terror

 

we wake screaming on the hills

where unicorns bleed

the myth of love

 

now just a disenchanting daydream

when I was several hours shorter

I dreamt of being tall

 

but I never flew

until you

 

and now I cannot rip these

wings off

and rest

the center of my heart

 

snatched and carried in your talons.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/17/23

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Where Eagles Nest when the World is falling ... Amen ... Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Even they cannot avoid the fray.
Thank you,
Pat