by Henry Burt Stevens
As a bald eagle flies higher to see farther
my vision soars to search for Crystal City.
Shimmering sights soar before me
an immense construction being built.
Every added crystal flashes facets
sending sunlight to the edge of distant darkness.
The brightness alone causes me to shudder
as a quick cold wind on summer skin.
Soon, mist like cataracted eyes dismisses all
and lands me on my feet again.
But I remember crystal fragments and sparkle chips,
and thrill again, pressing for another view.
Someday, all Crystal City will be explored, mapped, known
by those who follow over many million years.