A few years ago, this poem was inspired by a lovely lady friend of mine. We had, over a period of time become very, very close. Sometimes we would talk and laugh for hours- just laying there together. At other times we went for long drives on sunny afternoons, stopping at a park or interesting spot just to enjoy each others company. There were evening and night walks along the beach, and standing on piers staring at the starry lit skies as we held each other in a gentle embrace. We were intimate in friendship and conversation, but we never crossed that line (you know the one where there's no turning back? That one). There were lunches, dinners, and times of absolute stillness where no words needed to be spoken: just being there, being the best of friends...and loving every minute of it. However, there came the time we knew it would end- for many obvious reasons. As we talked about the paths our lives were taking us, and there would be an inevitable separation, she was very hurt: she began to cry, yet she was strong. Maybe in a different place or a different time, things could have been different. Before we parted she had this pretty amazing dream. It gave us, especially her, the strength to move on. The dream was of an eagle, flying through a storm. The thunder was rolling, the lightning was flashing, and the rain was pouring- heavily, amidst some very powerful winds. An eagle appeared, it did not go around the storm...fearlessly, it locked its wings- and flew directly into, and through the storm. She told me this dream with tears in her eyes as I could only imagine the majesty and beauty of it all, and thinking of the magnificence of the eagle. Our time ended. Later a mutual friend of ours came to visit me and told me that my lady friend was taking our separation, an agreed upon decision, a lot harder than expected. I thought about her dream, and in my spirit felt her cry, and seen her tears. I began to write:
An Eagle Powerfully In Flight
It's a necessary cut to span the sands of time-
once traveled roads, familiar valleys, many mountains to climb.
It's a journey many an individual will often fear to take-
as it seems once more, life is being put to the stake.
They say it's a step necessary to achieve a higher plane-
re-experiencing loss, touching on grief, sorrow and pain.
Your soul made bare and all experience brought to light-
it seems a permeating weakness, too long a dark night.
You wonder why in light of love things must be this way-
all you wanted was friendship, trust, and companionship to stay.
In these you'd learned again to laugh and too, that it's o.k. to cry-
sharing dreams, a gentle embrace, under a starry lit sky.
There's the sound of the ocean waves beating gently against the shore-
so too were the courage of your convictions, knocking on your heart's door.
Yet resist as we would try the more we would come to see-
there's much healing to be had, for both you and me.
The revelation of this knowledge led again to one becoming two-
separated in the physical, yet in heart and spirit, much time with you.
So as you journey toward wholeness being embraced by the light-
remember always the promise: "An Eagle Powerfully In Flight."
For V. From Godwin.
I sent the poem, along with a pure white eagle feather to V. According to our mutual friend, she cried when she read the poem and held the feather. However, she did not feel worthy of the feather and returned it, saying, it was meant for me. I have that feather, along with another one, black, attached to two roses- one red and one pink, now dried, hanging over the mantel of the fireplace. Every time I look at it I think of her, and wish her well.