tylerknott:

I wish I could ask him what the view is like way up there, I wish he would tell me the secrets of flight.  I wish I could whisper, and that his call was in my language so I could know if it matters what you look at when you look alone.  I wish he’d land, just for a moment, and tell me he understands, they all understand, and they watch with an unending stream of hope as we make our way through our days.

Hawk Spreading Wings to Glide (by TylerKnott)