I rode on the back of an eagle. br The wind was a screeching witch. br His feathers were my shelter, my refuge. br We hurtled through black vastness, br and I was a moment, a drop, br in the void. br br 'I need perhaps to explain, this poem was based on a very vivid dream I had. In the dream I could feel the wind rushing past me. It was one of those experiences that got me thinking of the immensity of time and eternity and to feel its vastness.