ON A SUMMER’S BREATH
Searing flight, fey joy beneath the heaven bright
I cup my wings and rise aloft, while veering far beneath my keel
my Raja love slips by
He rises now with splayed and driving wings
and sweeps his noble head to catch my villainy.
A game she plays, so we shall see and we shall see.
I roll my belly to the sun, and over, laughing in his golden gaze
Weak you are, Rajah, a fledgling I have taken in.
Turning air to wind he rises by, higher, even higher.
Now beating strong and wild within my evil heart.
Flee, flee, and where now can he be?
And there he is again close by and touching wing on wing
He presses me! he presses me!
Over again, now upside down, a reach, and fanning sultry air a take.
Now eye to eye and claw to claw, we drift above the fields of green
Reflections on a summer’s breath.
Holding, softly drifting. My Rajah love and I