The Eagle in flight
bathed in sunlight
looks down upon his shadow self
projected onto the ground below.
His mirror image in varied shades of darkness.
Floating aloft by the colorless wind
he observes the spread of his wings,
head, torso, tail
all as one dancing through the light of the sky
in a rhythmic glide
recorded below by his shadow.
His silent flight beats his tune upon the ground
in dark musical notes.
I become aware of his presence overhead
when his shadow crosses my feet.
I look up to the sky, blinded by the sunlight,
and behold his magnificence.
My heart skips a beat.
Opening my arms I spin round and round
and join in his dance
becoming one with his flight of light and dark.
Mine to behold.
His to keep.