I have been soaring for many years.
As I bore up my wings upon the thermals,
I would ride high above the storms.

I would look across the top of the
Cloud mountain and see nothing
But beautiful, pensive expanse--ever
Proud and joyous to be an eagle.

But I would yearn…
I would yearn for another such as myself
To be gliding across the torrents.

To be looking in the direction of my flight.
To be concerned in finding me--
Even beyond finding her next meal.

I can see far, but not far enough sometimes.
I can't see the whole, and thusly, the whole
Grand orb of time…

But I can see into the expanse--
And the day came--
When I saw her,
When I saw YOU!!!

There!  In the expanse!
Across the top o’ the tempest--
There YOU were!!!

Gliding, soaring, were
YOU!

Miles away and across--

Our eyes met across the tempests.