Where is the falcon
\nthat roosted on the deserted tree?
\nThere is no tree there now.
\nNo bleached canopy
\nwhere the falcon watched.
\nHe was my sentinel.
\nHe elevated my soul
\nand put my horizon above the horizon.
\nI want myself there.
\nWhatever the shape of his wings,
\nhis fierce beak.
\nI gave him my poet.<\/p>\n
He gives me his heart.
\nOthers do not see
\nthe tide we follow.
\nThe spirit of our incessant seeking.
\nBut it is what our lives are.
\nSeas,
\nexpanding on the ocean
\nof our mortality.
\nChildren of the portal.
\nChange coming on the universe.
\nStars exchanging their destinies,
\nuntil nothing moves
\nthat is not a song,
\na dance,
\nor shines,
\nthat is not the intelligence
\nof a new face opening its eyes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where is the falcon that roosted on the deserted tree? There is no tree there now. No bleached canopy where the falcon watched. He was…<\/p>\n