Majestic eyes, with sweet delight,
That sail through skies both deep and bright.
In the sun’s glow, your visage gleams,
A tender muse of vivid dreams.
With claws that hold both joy and pain,
You soar the heavens, calm and plain,
With solemn grace, you claim the height.
Your feathered laugh, a melody,
Whispers eternal, wild, and free.
Each wingbeat writes a verse anew,
Through silent vales or mountains blue.
Oh, sovereign bird who bears the skies,
What dreams lie hidden in your eyes?
Could they be clouds, so soft and white,
Or endless realms of purest light?
Majestic eyes, with sweet embrace,
Guide me through time, through boundless space.
That I might find my heart’s repose,
Within the beauty your flight bestows.