Eagle

I've found a wounded eagle
his frame was hanging low
I loved him from the moment
I looked into his soul

I stroked his silken feathers
I cleaned his bloody claw
I gave him food and water then
I watched him fly
With awe.

I don't regret the moment
I watched him fly away
that doesn't stop the loneliness
I feel for him each day .

I tell you this
my wounded friend
so you may understand
my love, though deep and powerful
Is not made of quicksand.

It is not freezing drowning
Water
It’s not binding clinging ropes
all it is I am offering you
Is freedom
And high hopes.