there are many emotions
that flow from within me
now
I have always, most of the time: thought, contemplated the fact
that you are a “bud” of that flower
that seeds itself, hopingly in spring
which attempts to bloom with the magnificent
flowers which peddles try to reach the sun
of which are so transparent
from your brilliant, glorious, colors
shine as to show your compassionate soul
your love of life and a smile
that brings the cruelest of worlds
to their knees and bless the fact
you graced their life
it is the fall, now…winter approaches
to dissolve, wade your brilliance
and disburse  you to the earth below
leaving a touched, profuse, memory
to any who have discovered and
not to mention who have known you!
you are my high air winged sky hawk bird
above me now that I whistle for you to come
to me
you are such a magnificent creature
so very high above me
that starts to descend upon me
yet almost untouchable
and yet I have kissed the air above you
so few times
but you are alive and fighting for your life
as the wind causes thermals for you
glide higher and begin to leave
you must always remember
you are my lofty air winged
beautiful magnificent thing
I admit confess seem you glide in
thermals so strong and you manage
to stay aloft with your glide
TO TOUCH YOUR WINGS ONE MORE TIME
WOULD BE SO MORE HEART FELT…
BEFORE I DIE!!!
I now realize and surely know something
that caused such a demanding
feeling that so many times I could not imagine
yet speak or even write about
nor perhaps witness in myself as real now
unlike a dream
it is the truth and reality that sets in
this house frame and body of mine
that observation and cruel faithless part of life
is that I am dying from the inside out