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.
