Bird song

weaves a verse,

telling tales

of  a fairy tale curse.

Beautiful in

a moment’s rhyme,

yet deadly

over so much time.

Magic moments,

mark the path,

of love’s endearment

cutting a swath,

of tears and pain,

and broken hearts,

finally, then, we part.

Stark in the reality–

humans impart.

Sad and free,

yet wondering…

and thankful too,

with clarity.

As we expand

in consciousness,

it matters not

what life we’ve kept.

Each does bring

a joyous refrain…

sparks of light,

at highest realm,

flying far….

from where we leapt.