Thaw

Heart to Heart

The ventures of eagles ne'r remain upon the rocks or granite face of forbidden estuary

Rather, their wings become supple in the warm winds and often signal a greeting within a goodbye

The passing of loved ones, and the passing by of those loved are equal in gait and stature

The only balm may be the truth of seasons and the warm winds

Granite seems a familiar friend at times, as I am usually far too maleable to what my heart seeks

And far too resilient to give an ending any glory

\I can hate the rock face of time, and scorn its passing, but all that will come forth from my truth is the dawn and the warm wind

A signal, and ever eagles will there be