In those cool and darkening skies ,
The bald eagles are mere shadows now in flight,
Upon the air of time that passes us by,
They've called down to us as we feel,
But float higher up on that silent breeze,
For their aerial dance plays above the trees,
Large silhouettes soar so high,
Yet the skies seem to leave the late blues so black,
As once the colours of our canvas can still be seen in our eyes,
Moving shapes which are alive with spirit,
The eagles call out again as they live and breathe this night,
And search the skies at dusk before they sleep in peace.
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