Ascension

Ascension

A cold hill top, descending mist
And all was very still, a silent day
This was the parting, a final tryst
The last words they heard him say

Dawn is breaking, the sun is rising
The night fading, shapes take form
This day will be so, so surprising
Early sunrise comes, pleasant, warm

An eagle rising, over valleys and hills
Soaring over the rooftops, so far below
Joy in the flight, wings wide, thrills
On the warm winds, with their flow

Ascension: each told a different story
But each shone with reflected glory