Off NaPo prompt today, this one is inspired by watching a couple of peregrine falcons over the river bank this morning. An entry for the dverse open link night.
Into the gold I would go, not the dark,
though my feet are trapped in the mist
that wells from the depths of the past,
heavy as sorrow and sluggish with grey tears.
Into the gold with the falcon I’d soar,
imperator that peers from unseen perch,
balanced on the buffeting wind,
and sees no mist, no remorse,
just the heat rising from trembling prey.
I would wade in the gold of happiness,
shake off the dead and dried kelp that clings,
look beneath stones and find bright stars,
sow pools of mirror-light in my wake.
Where the melting day star falls with weary grace
into the open arms of the sea,
between the diamond-speckled blue of space
and the rolling, roaring swell of the waves,
I will follow, falcon-winged and sleek,
bathed in the golden light of the sun
and the silver of the moon.