Looking Out Over the Eyrie

Perhaps...


this

could be

a gentle place

a safe place

for prodigal dreams

to roost.

this

could be

a happy place

for thoughtsome

musings,

happy heartsongs,

sunshine and rain:

tears and towering trees.

The First Hatchling...

Perhaps
I am

too small
to stand

but everyone
can fly.

too young
to start

to use
my hands

but everyone
can try.