The black eagle

One fine day, or perhaps one night,
By a lake I fell asleep,
When suddenly, splitting the sky,
A black eagle appeared suddenly from nowhere.
Slowly he spread his wings,
Slowly I saw him wheeling round
Close to me, in a whisper of wings.
As if falling from the sky,
The bird alighted.
His eyes were the colour of ruby,
His wings the colour of night.
On his forehead, gleaming with a thousand fires,
The bird king, crowned,

Wore a blue diamond.
With his beak he touched my cheek
And slipped his neck into my hand,
And then I recognised him, his memory
Rising out of the past

He had come back to me
Eagle, oh eagle, take me back
To the land of the past
To the dreams of my childhood
To gather stars, stars
With trembling hands
To the dreams of my childhood
To the past on a white cloud
To the past to light up the sun,
To bring on the night and do wonderful things
The black eagle, in a whisper of wings
Took flight and rose into the sky
One fine day, or perhaps one night,
By a lake I fell asleep,
When suddenly, splitting the sky,
A black eagle appeared suddenly from nowhere
One fine day, or perhaps one night,
By a lake I fell asleep,
When suddenly, splitting the sky,
A black eagle appeared suddenly from nowhere
One fine day, or perhaps one night,
By a lake I fell asleep,
When suddenly, splitting the sky,
A black eagle appeared suddenly from nowhere