On the Wings of an Eagle

A person is wishing to be able to be as free as an eagle.

Open spaces, open sky’s

The majestic bird takes wing

Into the purple haze of an evening sky

The eagle glides into the darkening sky,

Propelling to the future

Into heavenly light

I want to be like an eagle

Fly in the beautiful night sky

Without a care in the world

Flying into heaven, into life

I want to fly on the wings of an eagle

Opening my horizons, freeing my mind

Digesting true value, true sight

I want to feel free, gliding on the wings of an eagle

Seeing the wonders, investing the decor

Spying the beautiful Christmas trees in New Zealand

Looking in upon the frosted pub

Watching humans drink a beer

Casually gliding can mean lightness and freedom

While at the same time can be slavery and fright

I want to fly on the wings of an eagle

And maybe have a little fun

Fly on the wings of an eagle

Living life to the fullest

Open spaces, open sky’s

In loving interest, coming soon

Eagle by day, majestic creature by night

Flying on the wings of an eagle

Triumphant at last

True call, perfect life

Eagle of peace and tranquility 

Forever may the heart beat

Fly on the wings of an eagle

Triumphant at last

Author's Note

What do you think of this poem? It was given great comments by a lot of people.

Reviews

[Falling Leaf.]

Deep and real; I can relate. Very well done. One thing: in the first line, sky's should be skies.
Other than that, nicely penned.
Keep doing what you're doing,
S.G.Howe

[h d e rushin]

I have only seen pictures of eagles, no real ones to date. I imagine their
majesty with their large wings and fearsom talons; like a navy battleship,
both beautiful and dangerous all at once.

good write....hder.