Yes I Will

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

After all this time, we are still
just beginning to fly. Though our hair

is more white, our wings
are still unfolding, still a little wet.

And there is so much sky
we haven’t seen. If I close

my eyes I can feel it, the wind,
how it will gather beneath us

and lift. How terrifying, love,
to not know what comes next.

And how wondrous to know
we are not bound together

and choose anyway to leap
in unison and see after all these

paths we’ve walked what these
wings and a new song can do.


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