The opening two poems in this really fine sequence of poems about flying (in different ways) really appeal to me and I am unable to choose between them for a restack, so I will simply include both.
Flight
by Michael R. Burch
It is the nature of loveliness to vanish
as butterfly wings, batting against nothingness
seek transcendence ...
Originally published by Hibiscus (India)
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
every day . . .
learning to fly—
away, away . . .
O, love is not in the ephemeral flight,
but love, Love! is our destination—
graced land of eternal sunrise, radiant beyond night!
The opening two poems in this really fine sequence of poems about flying (in different ways) really appeal to me and I am unable to choose between them for a restack, so I will simply include both.
Flight
by Michael R. Burch
It is the nature of loveliness to vanish
as butterfly wings, batting against nothingness
seek transcendence ...
Originally published by Hibiscus (India)
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
every day . . .
learning to fly—
away, away . . .
O, love is not in the ephemeral flight,
but love, Love! is our destination—
graced land of eternal sunrise, radiant beyond night!
Let us bear one another up in our vast migration.
I'm glad you liked those two poems. The title of the second poem was inspired by the Pink Floyd song.