Eagle in Sun

After a thought,what's left?
After a song,what'll exist?


There was no one but a lonely philosopher.
Or a heart-break poet.
And he was seeking a while of peace.
A space of memory.


Nothing left but the ego.
The ego as an Eagle,strayed and lonely.


When no one notice him.
He flight high and far.
But ,when he fall in love.
With the last summer rose.
He just couldn't see.
Why a love song,
Turn into bitter wine?


The tempest tore them apart.
Then he buried his rose in grave.
And seeks for the redeemer the sunshine.


The child asked,
"If there was a eagle in the Sun?"


And he was so proud!