Eagles and Lions
I hear the Eagles
piping in the morning
just as the Night
slowly gives way
to light of Day,
the light of Day.
I often see them fly
to and from
their tall tree nest
high above me
or higher still
across the sky,
across the sky.
Sometimes I seem
as in a dream
riding safely, safe
on their back
between their Wings
where Strength and Power
move and guide,
move and guide.
I ride the Eagles
with the Feathers
in my name.
They lift me high
and carry me
to distant times
and distant lands,
distant times and lands.
There I stand or sit
with ancient Lions,
those hieroglyphs-
Strength and Power,
two Lions still
sitting, resting now
in my name.
On Eagle Wings
I leave the Nile,
come back again,
return again
gratefully, grateful,
back to humble me
beneath the tree
where I look up
once more, as before,
respectfully, respectful.
Then I smile.
Then I smile.
February 2, 2023
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC
Flowerpoet 
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