The Falcon Soul

 

The world unfurls beneath my gaze,

A tapestry of greens and grays.

From sun-kissed peak to shadowed dell,

Each secret whispers, I can tell.

My keen eye cuts the distant haze,

A glint of movement, through the maze

Of forest boughs or river's gleam—

Life pulses, vibrant, like a dream.

The wind's my highway, vast and free,

It whispers tales exclusively

To feathered wings that dip and soar,

Beyond what lesser creatures explore.

No human fear, no earthly chain,

Just pure instinct, and boundless reign.

A hunter's heart, a sovereign flight,

Embodied grace in endless light.

The thermal currents, strong and deep,

Are promises I rise to keep.

Above the clouds, where silence reigns,

I shed the world's entangled pains.

Then, a descent, a feathered blur,

Precision guides, no room for error.

The earth draws near, a sudden close,

And life itself, for moments, slows.

A silent pact, between the sky,

And creatures living, born to die.

I am the balance, fierce and grand,

A living shadow on the land.

And as the sun begins to fade,

A golden promise, softly made,

I rest upon my chosen height,

The silent guardian of the night.

I do not walk — I soar above,

Where silence speaks and shadows shove.

A soul unchained, I watch it all —

The rise, the praise, the endless fall.

I've flown through storms with wings worn thin,

Through winds that claw beneath the skin.

They tried to ground me with their chains,

But height is forged from bearing pains.

They speak of truth in shifting sand,

As if the stars could understand.

But I have learned: the world deceives —

It gives with one hand, then it leaves.

Justice bends in every mouth,

My zenith is their bitter south.

They call it help — a silent debt,

And strip your worth if you forget.

But I, phalcon soul, won't bow

To voices feeding on the now.

I've seen the peaks, I've seen the graves,

And learned: not all the strong are saved.

They say let go — as if it's light,

As if release restores your sight.

But letting go is earned, not taught —

It's forged in battles deeply fought.

I do not need their wings to climb,

I make my path outside of time.

I see the maze, I feel the cage,

But choose to fly above the rage.

I gave my all, I paid the price,

Again, again, beyond all count.

And what I lost was never mine —

Just borrowed truths on borrowed time.

You see me now — but not the vast sky

I've crossed alone, too proud to cry.

You see the feathers, sharp and still —

But not the fire beneath the will.

For I am shaped by all I knew,

The storms I passed, the piercing view.

And though I carry unseen scars,

They're etched like maps beneath the stars.

So judge me not by what you see —

Your ground is not the sky for me.

My soul is falcon — wild, untamed,

Unbought, unknown, and unashamed.

No cage can hold the air I breathe,

No earthly grasp can truly cleave

The boundless sky where I believe,

My destiny, I interweave.