eagle eyes

a golden flame,
a cruel sharpness,
eagle eyes,
the balance of power
in flight.

how and why
should an eagle
dis-connect ,
be body and soul,
a spirit in the sky?

to say the same
again and again
does not make it
untrue:
it is plainly useless.

two in a garden,
two ate and drank,
trying to talk
person to person,
fading into evasion,

enveloped by shadows,
evading to meet,
talking on other people
and what they do
and how they are.

both open,
both closed,
one calling it process,
one a black hole,
both standing,

none reaching out,
both wanting to,
all embrace lost
in the need
to keep apart.

for me, speaking
for me,
no need to talk
on what to do
when it is not done

and no water
i can drink.
sometimes
i am a little thirsty
but and because.

the eagle circles
carried by wind
not caring a shit
about human desire:
though, i am not .. him

note:
i cannot disconnect my arms from my heart
when i am in love
and i miss waking up into the days with tenderness,
but the eagle doesn't mind :-)