Fly free, white bird, into the heavens,
carrying one white rose, and one red;
Song of an everlasting love.
We are together, and alone,
each of us, in birth and death.
In life, we know of love,
fleeting as life is,
we hold it sacred in our hands.
Love, too, we seek from our mothers,
our loved ones; we find it, in
differing shades of a pink sunrise,
a sunny afternoon under a tree, playing a flute.
Fleeting memories of love sustain us;
life, so full of joy,
often escapes our grasp... like a butterfly, just beyond our reach,
but as we ascend into the heavens, flying,
we reach the source of our love,
and find peace, at last.
Darlene McPeek © 2006. All Rights Reserved.
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