The Lonely Eagle

He fell to earth one day, whence no one knew,
Surrounded by laughter, he sad inside grew,
Never knowing how to love, for all was received free,
In the habit of getting all, his beliefs being decree.

He saw a dove one day, she was not alone,
Still he flew a bit with her, before she was forever gone,
Failing and fluttering, inching past each day,
Straight above stormy sea, where a pale sad face lay.

He flew into the sea, the only soul around,
Stayed for some years, without sight and sound,
One day he could fly again, as he emerged in a gale,
Leaving all desires, after all this time become stale.

Gone long was his dream's dove,
It didn't matter, for now he knew love,
The sky and sea, mirrored his unveiled face,
The king of birds, had begun his own race.