Tuesday, July 5, 2011


I watch you, stoic, standing tall,
still and proud and perched to fall.
Eyes slowly searching into mine
in an instant, connected, sharing time.
Each knowing thoughts deep in the other
bound by space and Earth, the mother.
Silent sisters speak in thought
words unmarred by dialogued plot.
Beautifully simple as She intended
and though you've flown, we're still connected.