I Thought Myself An Eagle
by Michael Doyle

I thought myself an eagle
And built me a nest in solitude
Above where I could watch beauty
And very few might intrude

The disappointments I've known
Have dried up my springs of hope
I retreat to that comfort shown
And survive by learning to cope

Music is a refuge between the notes
Being inside myself is what I own
Where imagination is better than rote
And all my private sins I might atone

There is something in the discovery
In these times that my soul walks 
Searching for all that is life's beauty
And the wordless words that talk

Revealing secrets that offer their surprise
Waffled in moments needing a decision
It's not an absence of love in my steady eyes
But the need for studied precision

It is a leap of faith to make a connection
And at times, my faith feels shattered and broken
It's not a defect to wait for the right direction
But the complement to my love quietly spoken

In this hypertensive world, we are pulled apart
As would-be travelers set out on life's journey
I sometimes seek shelter deep within my heart
Hoping against all hope for a bit of beauty

(c) January 30, 2025   Michael Doyle
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