Dreaming the Bald Eagle

Dreaming the bald eagle

Have sweet dreams of mountains and valleys

And rattlers and the bald eagle

And the pristine mountain lakes.

With a sweet kiss from the icy glaciers aloft

Which touch your mind with cold breath so sweet,

That fill your heart with tears unknown.

And when you contemplate the reasons

For the falling waters down the ravines of your wrinkled face,

Your head is swirling with thoughts so serene

That you do not know if the tears are of joy or pains within.

And all you can do is cry with a smile on your face,

Looking up at the bare blue sky, with the bald eagle so high.