Fly free
Fly free at last my bird friend
I know you so little
With your hidden feathers
And hidden mind
With thoughts and dreams
Only you know now.
We've come for our hellos and goodbyes
To see you off to an undiscovered land
Awaiting us all.
You're amidst the living and the dead
We'll surround you with our talking,
Drink your wine, look at your fotos and life,
Already missing you and your feathered perspectives.
Fly and fly again
Fly from birth
Born towards dying we are.
Our Flight from birth onwards.
Spread your wings now
Suns rising…setting…rising
Endless wash of wave and tide.
David McCullough
July 10, 2023 @ 9:15 pm
Santa Rosa, California
As I wrote this Liza took her last breath. Poems are for the living and
the dead. This ones for you Liza … and the ones who have loved
you. Godspeed.
