Wings...

Birds of Fire,
how words inspire
feathers floating free
memories dear to me
remembered as i fall,
crying, to my knees

My soul can not bear the weight
my heart can not bear the wait;
to know that it's too late
and yet, the bird will soon fly free ...

Like a bird, to take wing
to trill, chirp and sing
with talons sharp and delicate
to the highest branch you'll cling

Wait for us there, my friend
if we earn that seat
Friends forever, even if we never
have a chance again to meet...
               (11-02-10)