I wish I was

I wish I was an eagle soaring
With golden wings of light
Incandescently gliding across a moonlit sky
Swooping, diving, rising upwards
Harbouring dreams of a new age
Idyllic is the beauty of the feeling of feathered games
Wondering how the eagle feels soaring high over mountain peaks
Everlasting memories is that not what we all seek
Ruminating on questions about all that eagles see
Everlasting quintessential birds flying on filigree golden wings.