Lost thoughts

He had fire in his fingertips

An Eagle on his arm

A little boy chained in his eyes

The above few lines found saved under notes on my phone.  What or who was I thinking of? Were those lines meant to be pondered later to form a poem? Like memories of a dream in the afternoon those thoughts are all lost.  Pity, it seems it was a good seed.  None the less the lines almost stand alone as is