On I press ’til far and wide,
Do come abreast this emotional tide.
Venus attempts to seduce,
The weary pulse of this recluse.
Cupid’s arrow will pierce with passion
State of art, love after fashion.
I pay no heed that may be due,
My heart is only at ease with you.

Can eagles, soaring, worry if so far away is safe? Do eyes piercing the distance; see the dangers, the longing and the heart that cares?

Will they find their way back, be changed by time or prey distract?

Wing's foil parts the rising currents reminding them of the path to the nest. Familiar ridges be not far.       Can we, in love, trust that being so far away is safe? Do vision and the future quell passions? Counting out ways, by fives, I love you. Will the story’s pages together…