i rise well aware
of the treasure left there
words that spun lines
crossing time
with the punctuated verbiage
of a blooming courage
willing to grasp the straws
of the symbolically conscious
and i hold true
to the silent space
where once you gazed life
into my hollow bones
and flew on the tip of flame
where there was no blame
for a love that makes way
as breaks the day
over bended knee
a graceful certainty
for your name still rests
in a poignant breath
on the yearning curve
of my sheltered nest