he was always a lover of things that take flight:
dragonflies circling a hatch of gnats,
the rising, descending circles of life;
butterflies flashing from spinning patterned
instars transformed from egg to fluttering light;
eagles conserving energy, wings outspread,
lifting like grace on currents of air;
music, the beloved accrual of sound created
note by note till song dazzles, wheeling through the world;
thoughts and dreams, unfolding, held tenderly through
each evolution the connected singularity of ideas requires,
a nurtured progression from flickering neurons
to language released, flying from mind to mind, such gift,
such gift these things that take flight; he was always
their lover, the one whose spirit now soars beyond us,
catching the light of a million stars and blazing it back
at the speed of love to our earthbound hearts.
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2 thoughts on “he was always a lover of things that take flight”
Ahh how beautiful and heart-breaking. So sorry for your loss. Love and hugs.xxxxx
Oh, no specific loss, but kind of many rolled into one poem I wrote over months. Thank you for your kindness, Snowbird.
Sending love to you and your dear ones. Xoxo