You came to this earth to stretch out
your arms towards the stars
and conquer the unfathomable
abyss of time's doubts ...
The heard ignores the heavens
and the clumsy superman
in the noise of the crowd
yearns for the solitude of endless spaces...
In the kingdom of clouds ,
the eagle is master of it's fate...
Were you the regenerated man
who questioned the angel ?
or this celestial creature deprived of wings
who unlearnd to walk ?
Maybe ,Just this heart of metal
and thought of burning oil
that had forgotten the child
who dreamed of the stars ?
Charles Lindbergh ,you've got
your wings back and you're soaring
on the ocean of eternity ...
You were the pilot of your life
and not the dreamer and passenger,
but its a story of men from a bygone age ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2024 11:18
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Comments4
Adventure lay in each puff of the wind.
Adventure is blowing in the wind !
Woww an awesome deep poem in eloquent poetics. Kudos for this one, reads inspiring powerful. I admire eagles even in metaphor.
Thank you for your precious appreciation !
A great tribute to the legendary Charles Lindbergh.
Thank you dear accidental poet !
Most welcome. 👍
Hi! Lorenz. I can draw the imagining when I read your poem. Thank you so much!
thank you for your appreciation dear Kinsley Lee !
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