The Falcon

Maverick prince
of castles in the sky,
floating still amongst
the passing clouds,
a little watercolour of life
adrift in regal shadow
over rock and earth,
a living star forged
by sun, rain and ice.

Steel hook talons
struck from the anvil storm,
sharpen the sheer air
for the dove´s shadow
upon the red sky of dawn.

The lure is in the air
a silhouette through
streams of light,
the rise and fall of the
moon upon the breast,
the silent wings of Mars
jewelled eye of stars
warrior king of flight.

Heart of sparks
a violent flame in spiral dive,
scorching the green blowing fields
and blue haze sky,
in an electric storm 
of supercharged flight.