Jolene Frances Lanka

 

Night flight

<An Encounter with a Falcon>

 

As you soar high above the indigo sky

I hear your wings beat in time with the wind.

The mystic why you stare at me;

Fills my heart with an unerasable explosion.

Pounding like never before;

At last I have found a creation

Compounded with the lust of nature.

Your long feathers tucked like torpedos,

The ecrue fluff under your beak,

The mass of your body,

All bring me to my knees; in awe.

The chance that we met; two strangers

struck with a love-pence.

Thanks to God for the image of us.

 

Jolene Frances Lanka

Copyright 2003