Monday, October 14, 2013

Words at the Time of Your Death

When you flew one last time,
you showed us how we are like feathers
shimmering in a greater span,
lifted by one another,
aloft by no other power.

We are as singular as that,
as light and as fragile -
opportunists on the updraft of sunrise,
gone when flight takes us past
where touch and a soft kiss can go.

Into that silence we have watched you go.

Forever be our bird in flight.
Linger for us among clouds.
Let us follow you into sky’s cobalt blue
even through the gray of our forsaken days.