A golden wrinkle on a sea of blue
I saw and eagle and it saw me too
as it crossed the mirror of a lake
where for and instant we each saw the others' fate.
In his eyes I was accursed and bound
to cast my eye on things beyond my reach.
And climb each tree and mountaintop I could
to grasp at the air and sky on which he stood.
But I --
I now saw him captured in an endless sky
bereft of features, a desert of the open air
a nomad climbing misty sand dunes there
over hilly thunderheads and blazing sun
no songs to sing to anyone.
And so I'll take up gravity with a cup of mirth
that are interred inside
the circle of the earth I ride.
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