Pretty Bird

I remember you.

These days still

From far.

Your wings

Spread young and wide,

Lustrous black beneath

The playground moon.

Every breath was a

Full one,

In the woods as children,

In a tree house with wings

And memories like dreams

Soaring painstakingly.

Your face was stitched in

Those leaves of color

As though you painted each

By hand.

Before the wind took you up,

I remember you.

I remember being so afraid,

I was so terrified

Of wanting to remain

In one place.

Away from the rain storms,

The little holiday villages

We imagined as Home,

The long drives and

Rooftops, or

All of that laughter

We built around one another

Like glass.

The best silence is in knowing.

Wherever you go,

Wherever you land.