Blown between thermals
black tips punctuate azure.

Steady glide
empty horizons loom.

Pitiful cries
Fear her own abandonment

and white headed stallions
charge below,

their salt sweat
scorch throat, blind eyes.

An inborn junction 
she turns curse free

The scent of green
Fills the levanter

Albatross

Gusts of genius
Zephyrus thoughts
Natural Levanter
Cyclonic nights 
The lunar lunatic
Purple skies are vigil
Rife with enthusiasm
Quill to canvas
Flight is taken
Taken aback by the morning
In mourning we retreat 
Maestro of monotony 
Morrow I am bound to repeat.