Perspectives

Entranced
with such august spreadings,
deep dark pinions play
with the sciences of nature.
It seems enfolding,
as it unfolds;
a soft featherbed
to sink into.

Flinging it's might
on a wing, and a prayer,
as if just a soul gliding.
We dream of dances
like this one. A lack of perspective
makes it all seem so
breathtaking. It is.

The heaving of air,
and bone are there. Distance hides
these secrets from us.
Falling in love with the view,
dreams land, and realization
grounds itself.
It was just a buzzard, honing in
on something rotting.