Uses For Wings - Dream Pairing Poem by Warren Falcon

for Warjo

"It means so much that we can be broken." - Norman Nightingale


In arms
we carried It
as one does
a child

yet it was
He who carried us,
both bird and man,

who cried
openly
on the way

for our presence
solid in his arms,

he who did not care
who saw his tears shed,
head down,
beneath spring blossoms,

living presences
within bestowing
order from stone
and remnant wings.



He's gone crow said one poet of another.



From remnant wings

thoughts,
ramming walls,
panes,
earnest though
contrived escapes.

In midnight stillness,
wait.

A white rock,
wings, moonshine
distilled, ignorant
fires, illicit spirits

lean into changes.