Silent flight

In the silence,
the clarity of your voice,
climbs high towards echo
Upon the eagles wings
that aren't bound from that flight
you befriend wishful fancy
that's just your might

Between silent thoughts
and the coiled chains of doubt
Holding onto reasons,
the long, black cloud
and walking ways only you’ve known
you reach that elusive constellation

In the freedom and majesty
of the delusional grandeur
transfixed is this sentinel's gaze

In the distance, hind and fawn
Hope returned to a weary pawn,
upon the silent flight Of eagle's wings.

The sweet fragrance of autumn
fills the misty air.

A gentle breeze with moving colors
drives the reasons past the shore

What are we left with when we fly?

A sense of disbelief or
a might that no logics can defy.