Burnt sienna wings
flash across the auburn sky
with the dawn she takes to flight
Through keen eyes she watches
as footsteps fall
guiding with her
high shrill call
Comfort to the ears
her sweet song sings
promises of a better land
the pursuit of dreams
Oh to ride upon
her sienna wings
the morning sun
her glory brings
as fire from her wings does shine
To see through her eyes
as lands fall and rise
to taste the call from her golden lips
as the winds caress its razor tip
The heart must head her call
feet move swiftly
obey with each foot fall
The sun is her glory
the hawk
my eyes
ever upward
into the sunrise
where upon her wings
dreams have life
away from the darkness
of loves
midnight
~R.M. 2011~
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