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The Sky in Memory



"It is the belief in a power larger than myself and other than myself which allows me to venture into the unknown and even the unknowable." __Maya Angelou

O dearest poet,
May you light up the sky in memory
of your songbird words, odes for our glee
as wings composing a symphony for living.

A bird's flown its cage into the breathing air,
a tribute left to the light dawning there,
a soul caressing hearts without fetters,
your grand radiance now set free.

You leave us notes in the mind's echo
of a gorgeous throat heard in the mist,
a loving truth on unfettered wings of air.

Fly higher now dear Maya with your graceful tune
pursed upon your words let loose their margins
and refrains, whistling freedom on creation’s train.

Thank you for your delightful songs
and loving kindness whispered in the winds,
your thoughts now carried by them
bringing us to recognize our own.

Goodbye and then hello again and again
to your echo unfolding into freedom
and hope soaring around the sun
sensing you in its beams.

The poet of you within our dreams
is reason your bird will always sing
an ode to Creation sensed evermore,
a soul at long last unfettered and free.


© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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