A lone white-crested eagle
With a gaze for paths to follow
As brown brushed plains rise
As stone stacked stairways
In lust for moon touch
I shone so bright over black liquid lakes
And flowed so wet with purpose
As green jade currents
In river motion
On spirit streams
Handless clock faces
Filled with blurred star-lines
Giving me such in-spiralled wisdom
To have been offered the hands of Queens
From planet Kings
As smooth diamond lips promised me eternity
My earth-bound cord tensioned my return
mF
(C) MarkFlood2015
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