|'ON THE WINGS OF A SONG' From Visual Counterpoint|
Heard by poets and lovers,
Our companion sings a long farewell,
The oceans reach out to the music,
Tears of sorrow crest the swell.
Holding a timeless secret,
Far from the footprints left in dust,
Her light separates need from greed,
And serenades love not lust.
Her song will slowly fade away,
Like a shadow slips into the night,
But for now it flies with the eagle,
And dares us to do what is right.
The picture is two photographs merged in photoshop layers.
I believe the 'eagle' is a Peregrine falcon that I managed to photograph flying over Pale Heights.