wing me away

there are precious few who inspire me. perhaps, few in the two legged spectrum. but there is one whose mere utterances give me these grand vistas and inspires me to larger schemes (like i need the help). but sometimes i get bogged down in my little world and lose sight of the grandeur, of the foolishness that bliss is, or the bliss that foolishness is, however that works.

but i've caught wind of it again and it comes to me when the petals waft gently off the trees and i could weep from so much promise, so much life.

we speak in codes and half-truths mostly, i understand this. but there comes a time when our intersecting ideas unlock, unleash, unearth that which is hiding or forgotten momentarily.

and i am grateful for the reminder, that i can, indeed fly.

these earthbound days are few. and i am tired of rotted fences and sagging dreams.

i had forgotten how promising a day can be.

what is that thing, that burning ember in the bosom that keeps you going when others have given up. that thing that can warm another if they huddle close.

brave souls, these, who draw their warmth from our embers. they risk a burn, and we that dividing embers might quench them, douse their light and heat.

but that is not the case, that is never the case.

and we take what we have left and impart one flicker of hope one to another.
and then, anything is possible.

even flight.