I was but a young eagle back then  
(Yet maybe not so young anymore)
Alone and afraid I sat in my nest 
Trembling, a claw clutching my chest.

Longing I gazed at the wide open blue
While I quietly drank the wild summer air
A question unspoken, unreleased from my mind: 
Would I ever be able to fly?…

I saw you from afar, steadily crossing the sky
When my hideout you reached, cold and bleak,
You smiled, looking me straight in the eye,
Then lifted me up, your wing touching mine. 

We floated for hours – centuries even!
We pierced air and cloud, higher and higher,
The sun warming our hearts,
The wind soothing our fire. 

It was like a dream... but a thousand times better!
For I kept all my senses in this glorious joy
Unuttered cries filled my heart to explosion 
And my body, though aching, would not 
                                            return to the ground.

But then, in a moment, I felt it searingly burn
An arrow piercing my wing and my soul
My flight was suddenly broken
And helpless I fell through the endless clear skies. 

I know in those moments you held me fast in your arms
Your whispers of love caressing my poor broken heart
And when we finally reached the stone, cold and hard,
You laid me down gently, with a kiss on my eyes.

So I survived. The crash, though most cruel, 
                                    did not utterly crush me.
But now, a lone and old eagle, my heart filled with grief,
I can only look up and unceasingly wonder 
                              – while forced to stay on the ground:

Will I ever (again!) be able to fly?...

(2017)

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