Reaching

The wind blows through my soul.
I try to catch the soaring eagle
as it circles the mountain peak
above me; it seems so high
when before I thought I could touch
the top with the stretch of my hand.
What illusions lay in your mind
as you reminisce about better times.
Days of sweet memories tickling
your nose with the sweet perfume of
newly bloomed red and yellow roses.
But watch out for their prickly embrace
or they may bring a rain of stinging tears.
Keep your eye on the outdoor hearth
and tend to the fire of your desires.
They may spread out of control
over virgin soil and destroy the wondrous
beauty that lays before you. If only
my dreams were as easy to conquer
as this mountain; to drink in all the
expansive scenery of nature’s wonderland.
I feel the rush of beating wings as
my journey brings me back to the start.