I fear the day
the height I soar
will be too much for my wings to handle

where time slowly fades
like spontaneous lumber within a hearth

where little by little
my feathers fall and my eyes steadily closing

slowly at first but then faster
falling and failing at a height that breaks

spinning I was heavily
when moments before impact my eyes opened
realizing that eagles are capable of evolving at a rapid pace

I crashed, immobile for a moment
broken but still confound by hope

that is when stars aligned themselves to guide me
and burst forth FIRE!
a phoenix stronger and brighter before.