The falcon flies
A falcon flies with the wind, carrying dreams and desires to
new heights; its allegiance to the earth; its roots growing deep
into the soil;
its power to transcend itself; to fly beyond it,
makes it eternal.
Eternity an endless ocean, fulfilling itself; having no
beginning and no end; it replenishes itself beyond its existence;
a fathomless trail in the sky, completing itself
in the shadow of a star
plunging many eons away. Its image preys upon the mind,
conjuring and wrestling with its illusions.
Stars flicker like a candle, lured by the glimmer of the
moon; before its tenuous slide into oblivion
as the candle melts and vanishes.