Three eagles against a sky so blue
that no other can match the hue
blues at midnight when ideas are born.
Skim the currents and reach for more.
I stared in awe…
A feather settled at my feet
and only then did I understand.
I too could touch the sky, feather in hand.
Hear the blues,
touch the blues,
touch the words,
it’s all a gateway to another land.
and now they’re beyond my physical sight,
but still soaring in my mind.
©July 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne