A Woman and The Eagles

The dawn is broken
and you are up.
There you sit,
pajamas draped delicately
on your body,
the simple joy of your smile
filling the cavern between us.
We have yet to touch;
perhaps we never will.
All I have is to stand
at this edge,
call your name,
and wait for the empty echo’s return.

Once before
the eagles of my dream
grabbed me by the shirt
shoulders, lifted me,
took me far out
over the water
that filled
the echo driven cavern.
Then the eagles
dropped me
through the air
through the water
through the lake bottom
and deep into the earth.
There, a spirit held me
until something was healed; then
I was released.

As I stand at the cavern
edge again,
where are the eagles?
Come, my friends, come!
Lift me! Take me high!
And when you drop me,
aim for the waters
of her soul.
Drop me so I fall
through the air
through the water
through the bottom of her lake
into her woman’s earth.
Let her hold me
until all this is healed.
Then, we shall
discuss my release.

For now
it is enough to see her.
The open cavern
fills only with my
longing voice.
The eagles
are nowhere to be seen.
I take a deep breath.
I sigh.
I back away from the edge.
Slowly
I turn and walk away.

-Anthony Signorelli