Empty Air Emtpy Air
            There used to be eagles
            there used to be falcons
              flights of fancy, hearts at play
                There used to be raptors
                there used to be wild things
                  with perfect precision to dip and to sway
                    Through updrafts of passion
                    together they flew
                      such freedom they knew
                        But the eagles have gone,
                        the falcons have left
                          the high crags are empty
                            and nobility
                              is long dead.
            093096 Kris Kiessling

            Back to the Gems