Eagle Eyes

I look into your eyes as I sit quietly. In your arms, I am free. Being in a fire zone has left us scorched and I see the scars in the stars. It is tenderness that calls an image of putting a baby down for a rest. I do not see, you do. I am polite, but inside I must wrangle my rage. Take it all slow as down the street I do go alone. Stalkers stick to my auric field and their choke hold is real. Everyone denies that which is labeled as unseen. It is really just unseen by me. My intuition moves the flow of the information highway. I know that this not a scene that anyone would want to jump into. I watch the eagles fly by and I wonder who is behind their keen eyes. You are allowed the credit now. It will grow bigger every day. At a certain point, it will be funny. I am sorry about the complexities, but it will make your mind steely and rare.