Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Memory Of The Eagle


Eagles of midnight flow over me, soaring into the
heights above.
Disappearing before I can hold them in my mind, a
beautiful sight also eluding me.
Dreaming into the night, wondering if I'll ever
hold that eagle or it's spirit before I finally
expire.
Knowing that nothing else in life is important,
except that memory of the eagle at midnight, an
omen of tomorrow's riches in destiny's hands.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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