Black the hawk above your mountains! Black the mounting hawk on high!
Light and slow it seems one moment merely floating in the sky...
Floating, sailing skyblue seas, alert to songs of sheer delight
In the heart of all the heavens- circling mute through searing light.
Black the hawk above your mountains! Black the mounting hawk on high!
Sleek the body, dark the feathers, broad the wings and bright the eye,
Soaring like a bowshot arrow, rounding out its careful gyre
Tracking trails of prey below between the crags and through the briar.
Black the hawk above your mountains! Black the mounting hawk on high!
Gliding wide with wondrous touch, with wings locked back against the sky,
Frozen for a moment, then a single pinion barely sways.
Now the slightest palpitation, and it surges through the haze.
Black the hawk above your mountains! Black the mounting hawk on high!
Light and slow it seems one moment merely floating in the sky....
Land! A hawk's above your mountains. A condensing shadow glides
From the giant's wing caressing mighty heaven's mountainsides.