Hawk
In skies both ancient, vast, I soared with grace,
A hawk in realms of time and open space,
My wings embraced the azure’s vast
With eyes that saw the world fly past
The hawk emerges from the sleepy morn
In dreams, in thoughts, in moments newly born,
His spirit whispers carried by the wind,
Through every flight, its essence pinned
In every swoop, in every graceful glide,
I feel the hawk's old spirit by my side,
A bond unseen, yet deeply intertwined,
His ancient call, within my soul, aligned
Now in this a life, I take to the air
A Black Hawk pilot, skilled beyond compare,
In metal wings, I claim the radiant skies,
Echoes of past life flash before my eyes.
I soar within this man-made craft aloft,
I sense the hawk, on air currents so soft,
Two lives entwined, though worlds seem far apart,
Linked by the sky, the soul, the beating heart.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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