Though I can not
See you,
Your presence remains.
A swift folding of wings,
Caressing the crystals
As you escape
An unknown
Disaster.
Rolling through
My thoughts
Are flashes
Of flying
On my own,
Power long since
Relinquished to
Passing years.
My heart flys
With you.
June 28, 2024
I mostly run on gravel roads, the kind that promise solitude and dust. My pace has slowed, as has most of life, become more of a quiet watching than a frenzied doing. I am less Read more…