Beneath The Sun

i think of many things when i'm alone beneath the sun.
it's warmth in sinew and in bone,
it's fiery touch upon my flesh,
a ravage on my skin.

i soar, my mind a pair of hawks, their spiral dance entwined;
two pair of wings that share the sky
observing heaven and the earth;
their infinite design.

and when my blythe repast has ended, sudden as begun,
my mind, my heart and thoughts return
infuse my burning soul with bliss,
and freedom of beyond.

~© moon batchelder~