Falling stars caught on eagle wings,
Star dust now personified
By the gentle touch of this graceful
Bird in flight.
Magic light in circles of love,
Bright golden light,
Falling below on hearts from above,
Now open in beauty and with gratitude.
Wonder at such magnificence,
This golden bird caught in Wind’s breath,
Amongst faultless sparkling beams of light,
Like early morning sun across vast waters.
Grace, oh grace, bird of love and light,
Take me to Great Spirit on your elegant wings
And I will sing for you, and together
We shall shine brighter than is possible alone.
Heather Price 07.11.11