I know of a true poet
who has seen both
the flight and the fall
of the hawks wings.
Soaring with words of
passion, beauty, love,
Then plummeting to fiery
depths of anger, sorrow, malcontempt.
It is all part of the flight
of life and messengers pen.
If you at this moment
carry messages from the shadows
Then surely your heart knows,
your pen will be lifted
up into flight again. To
soar with a lighter heart.
