The hawk lifts into the safety of clear blue sky once moreGlamours cast by those white billowing clouds now dissolved
With clarity once more, the hawk sees the trail below
Perceiving what is and what is not
Sending those images to its lower awareness
On the manifest the man experiences another day dream
Seeing with the piercing vision of the soaring talisman
Euphoria courses through his veins
Dissolving those tentacles of a clever poison
Those riddles which taunted his mind in the every day
Gone thus is the malaise
Returning is the clear sight at last ...
---Matthew James---
