Falling Eagle

Light bringer, how you roam alone,
Uncommon prophet far from home,
Bright feather from beyond the stream,
Shakti consort of the sun,
Crier of the time, and spun
By infinity you careen.

To man you come, a distant rood,
Your rendezvous a sign of blood,
Reminder of a distance vast.
The sky is shaken by your path,
The past returns, the future’s wrath –
O man, will your time last?

The music of the spheres seduces;
The mind of man, inane, produces
Tangential fantasies.
May the music of your harp
Go forth to seek a better heart
More able to unlock your mysteries.

I see alien flowers,
Celestial bowers,
Growing through cracked tiles;
Still absent builders,
Their skill bewilders,
Blowing through empty aisles.