Eagles Fly The Desert Sky

The black horse of smoking iron, is this the swiftness of thine once thy mighty wind, now it runs blind, and asking for the smoking fowl you laid upon the floor, he did. Doth she resemble his a tame wild-cow no groom, unbarned alone ashamed from whence this mind? And by whoose authority has come and sold my calf has too be devoured by ravenous beasts, while she through some has suffered him to graze alone apart, yet seeks you out in proper form from wisdoms girdled unbelted sleeker waist and relied for this protection on the leader of the herd that is not there. A father wolf with flairing nostrils eyes a hazel sea and thine would be as he with each full moon hence he misses too whom, as reason as he misses his your two can time move one, and ceases not to run now hasty round the vales between the tall pine trees-needled fallow hills, and to fill them with his mournful heartfelt wounded pride he tries and dies and cries does no one up there hear his padded feet. Thunder from the heavans and rain as tears upon the dry and cracked his face his eyes grow dim his/her white-haired young, whom now lies rolled up in fear of dusk, after the den of wolves—Eagles fly the desert sky— and still thine dicerned his perception some would still divide his limbs, and spread apart their feast his heart has not been interrupted and critical thought must come and interceede where some can't see a mirror always there now gone. They seek him naught in her of this is his neglect. Why they seize him with this Jesus like ones eagerness he can not wrap his mind around, I am not thine thus me, but oh why for, and oh, before thine eyes become and how unerring are the arrows of his one unmourned death! She passes through the night dull mind in agony, while the wine it falls, as rain it falls, in never ending showers, and drenches his your tangled vines with reclaimed vingar to sooth a dying thirst while white the water runs up stream. 20 June 2010